[GD] Sarabande

[Zihuatanejo]

Sarabande

Sarabande through the nightly skies.
Undaunted by the many disguises,
damsels, beauteous as their lies,
dancing whilst the pale moon rises.

Evening came and would never go
Never came fear of terrible woe
Love that commanded lovers so:

“Yield to wooers! End all pain:
It is our sole purpose to remain
singing, dancing, until first light
ends our feast and with it night!”

Evening came and would never leave
Never another mask to deceive
Over the one the audience heaved
Weary of those society intrigued

***

A sarabande through the foggy air, but
lo! Standing under a lantern-lit oak, those
lurking eyes and ill-fit cloak, whose
lonely countenance doth grief provoke:

On brink of eyes and cheeks a lengthy cut
voraciously consuming many salty tears,
ending bulks of cheers with a scream of pain,
imprecating the soft and foggy agonizing rain:
never-ending grief cast over his eyes: insane!

Ending memories quickly as he couldn’t bear and broke.
Ending night-mares never as they haunted till he woke.

Distantly stood he under this bright lantern-hung tree,
Irrelevantly thinking of the waves that bend the sea:
shores and beaches, wars and leeches, all that matters to the free,
time and leisure, crime and pressure, all the things a man must flee.
Hordes of foes, chords of those he loved but died in vain;
irreplaceable pieces of a heart that would remain
near feral madness, perilous sadness again and still again:
ever imprecating the soft and foggy agonizing rain.

***

Raving in the street whilst a sarabande played.
Every now and then the old man grew afraid:
a stick a bow, a brick a blow and every glimpse a blade,
death that snuck, each breath of luck, lurking in the shade.

In time the man wandered to a more secluded place
“Time for me”, he pondered: “for destiny to embrace.
In my life what I have squandered I have lost with much disgrace:
neither companions nor my love have survived these cursed days,
my misfortune from above the truest injustice I can trace.”

“Yammer about the past, please do: I understand!
Even bring upon thee the vast wrath of the Lord’s hand!”

Yelling from across a field a girl as bright a-moon
earnestly to be revealed as an angel in her prime
seeking for forsaken men to serve in the sublime.
Over wronged signs she spoke; of souls that were strewn,
redirecting the man to the festoon and lampoon.

***

“After all this time I spent, I have never lost my hope
Why should I circumvent? Why should I elope?
‘A man is not an aisle, he is part of the main’:
I suffer for a reason, I suffer for a gain.”

This said the man and wandered off into the dark,
accompanied with the symphony of a hidden lark,
forgetting with every note his cynical remark:

“Umber resting down the ocean is still easier to mine,
then it is to show devotion for God’s own complex twine.
Unparalleled it is to show understanding:
Really all questions lead but to their expanding!”

Evening fell and would finally leave
The feasters and wooers were done with this eve
Ironically the sarabande now aims to aggrieve:
marching through the woods, cursing his name,
ever imprecating the soft and foggy agonizing rain

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Het bovenstaande gedicht is overigens een Acrostichon voor het volgende vers:

Suddenly I see now
All love I need is thine
Read it in my eyes or
Await a future time

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En natuurlijk is het bovenstaande vers weer een Acrostichon voor mijn momentele muze: Sara.

Acrostiception? Acrostiception.

[Robin]

TIL wat de sarabande is.

Acrostiception als concept vind ik geweldig en fascinerend. (Ik daag je uit om een Acrostichon te schrijven voor Sarabande!)

Helaas gaat je gebruik van Engels weer eens boven mijn pet, dus kan ik over de inhoud of taal van het gedicht niets zeggen.

... en nu zie ik pas dat "Sarabande" begint met "Sara". Jezus, dit is echt een inception-gedicht!

[Melona]

wat een moeite

en dan ook nog dat het gewoon klopt
tjonge

mijn lievelingsstuk:
a stick a bow, a brick a blow and every glimpse a blade,
death that snuck, each breath of luck, lurking in the shade.