'Ixtaccihuatl' Poem by David Hart

'Ixtaccihuatl'



'Ixtaccihuatl' a poem by David Hart

Lolling mount arise with levin
Tremulous earth's nitid crown
Great crucible of earth's essences spew

Immewed magna now gush with pith and joy
Spew wildly and truculently anon

Earth's belly stirs
Vessel of fire-voice of Thor
Quiet and now still

Coming now the red philippic
Splenetic and plangent grey orange

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