INAUGURAL SONNET OF THE 21ST CENTURY AND THIRD MILLENNIUM OF THE COMMON ERA IN HONOUR OF THE HOMECOMING OF THE OLYMPIC GAMES
The best poetry, as they say, is conjured from Heaven
Stolen by a little piping child with fairy bluebird wings
Slowly and subtly she traces and sings
A tapestry of such awe-evoking patterns
That fractals confect in sweet topology
Enchanting even the glamour of ruinous plight and melts all inner glaciers frozen
With Love’s emollient balm comforting poignant ecstasy
And bathes with hope the forlorn child mired in melancholy
Ennobles grief with heroic holiness that shames even kings
And makes candied kindly jubilant laughter out of ordinary, innocent things
Or spellbinds Wisdom with such Supernovaseque Brilliant Elation
Truly Soul to Star and back to Soul She flits with magical grace
For Art is no Artifice but living flower, yea Imagination’s Highest Place
Bridging Eternal, Absolute Heaven and all the spiral stairways of never-ending story
She holds an infinite mirror up to indefinible Being
Today Clio and Thaleeia have to Ellada’s Homecoming Pageant given
The lute-charmed crown of omnipresent peace and omnipotent poesy
Our Muse hath brewed the honeyed lotos elixirs and mead within the specialness of ephemeral creation
Weaving the cosmic hypersphere of superlative wonders round every transcendent plane and scenic nation
She extols infinitely superior loftitudes and qualified heights above the crowned spectacle of victory
Consummating race, surpassing flight with Exhilaration so fine that Exults the dancing rings
Heavenly, most Superlime yea intimate flavours to all eminent word-play and sportive wit She brings
Distilled from the loveliest, All-Loving tender Beatitude that is the Muse’s heart of Glory
Goddess to all her favourite bards, ovates, minstrels, jesters, soothsayers and sages grants better than mystical sanctuary, To one and all, Felicity, most Blessed be.
Summer 2004, transcribed May 14, 2012
