Poems by Themis

Dark Roots

From strange dark roots our being rose; the sun

That blazes manifold within each head

Once flung itself in weltering night, and sped

World within world; so too, in everyone

The same stars shine and the same rivers run;

And each is earth and fire, and gold and lead,

Both flaming lotus and it's muddy bed,

And all primeval Hell and Heaven have spun.

The riddle of our life that tears the brain,

Its every contradiction, every hitch,

Are knotted in that web of mysteries dire.

Nor is there any issue till we drain

Pure nectar from the very pits of pitch,

And alchemise the flesh to golden fire.

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