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ERRATA
iJrlanie Ntcktar Baghdassarians' This is it is on page 100
�ita Hemumn's 950w.455s is on page 101
NOTE: During the printing process this poem was trun
cated. Below is the complete poem.
Jfymn
J(athleen Seeley
It was on the high, upland moor
on dry, sweet grasses, that
you f1rst put me to your hand.
The wind as cool as the eagle.
All around us on the fine au rose
brown dust as fine as your glance. My lord,
who would have thought a King could be so shy.
And so I placed the sacred wreath
upon your sacred brow 1 kissed
gpld upon your blessea person.
How I nave loved thee, Alexandros!
By the ancient inland sea you first kissed
me, in that old p_alace of sweet cedar you
returned to me The youth I had never spent.
Yes, I have drunk, and greedily
f >f your sweet salt, a man's tears.
Now, in his sacred bath, a god rests.
In this Pharaoh land my sorrow falls
;ilently. The Nile flows by me,
memory of all yo_u gave me quici.ur Persian. Never let it be said that my lord
.rned away love. It is not the nature of divinity.
o your wedding feast I
vore my jacket of silk with
ts clusters of ruby buttons. The last hand
o unfasten them had been yours. Under the
lark silver of Sogdian skies you crossed her wishes,
lou would not command me to dance. Then she knew,
oor princess, it was the wife who was the concubine.
the bitter, mountain passes in midwinter,
; was true love's knowing braved me rise and
limb those terrible old rimes stones to enter,
nbidden, that ogre's lair. Even Peritas left
he couch unaskea. You were such a man with
fle that night, my lord 1 I beg you to remember,
did not once speak or Roxane. Or of him.