Saint Actaeon, the hermit;
initiate wearing the horns of consecration; like the sorcerer in the
paleolithic cave at Trois Frères, a man masked in a stag’s head. Antlers as
tines, or tongues, or branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain; a ladder
of perfection. . .
I will tell the truth, perhaps
it will seem a lie: I felt myself turned from my proper shape, and I was
transformed into a solitary wandering stag, running from wood to wood; and I am still fleeing from the rage of my
own hounds.
E Pound, "April, Nympharum Membra Disjecta:"
ReplyDeleteThree spirits came to me
And drew me apart
To where the olive boughs
Lay stripped upon the ground:
Pale carnage beneath bright mist.