Antilliaanse Cahiers. Jaargang 1-2

[p. 38]

Ode to Alexander

In the memory of Western masterminds
our flowers mean but little
in the light of thousand godly days
of eastern philosophers
founders of the race
of murmuring pillars of the west
the Greek theology
mythology of the beautiful

Hail the rising Persian dances
in the deep dark violet
of antiquity
the love of Persephone flowed
to the sluggish Nile
the sandstorms in Egyptian deserts
conquered
kings of the Ionian golden sun
and pushed forward from the retreating
lines of battlefire
to the great fortunes of Indian plains
a perpetual purple glow

[p. 39]

 

The flowers grew mighty

 

and gave shadow

 

to the fighting men

 

in beady battledress

 

on Arabian mares sailing

 

to meet the adversary

 

advancing in the dark

 

light stars on their countenance

 

heroes of the continents crept in fear

 

at last

 

for the great host of heavenly

 

in vaders had come from the north

 

 

 

The common fold

 

wich boasting banners in the night

 

in the trenches of Thessaly

 

gathered to summon unruly

 

radiance of the lower gods of Sicily

 

where Greece grewgreat

 

with greedy offerings

 

to the mighty symbols of het passion

 

 

 

Thus she taught the youth

 

to follow

 

and consumed the carnal reformation

 

in ascencion crucified

 

with arrid anathemas of the mind

 

Flowers grew and covered them

 

asleep

 

in sound perplexity