Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OSCHOPHORIKON; VINTAGE PROCESSIONAL, by RHYS CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: The staffs are wreathed; move on, move on Last Line: From athens into phaleron. Subject(s): Autumn; Bacchus; Greece; Mythology; Mythology - Classical; Rites & Ceremonies; Seasons; Summer; Fall; Greeks | ||||||||
VINTAGE PROCESSIONAL THE staffs are wreathed; move on, move on, While the youths and maidens sing 'Io, Bacchus, lord and king, Worshipful in Phaleron, To thy mystic shrine we bring Song and sacred offering.' The sun laughs overhead; the white way gleams; About us are the olives and the vineyards where the light Leaps and dances in the heat And the autumn's restless feet Dance the harvest dances, where the might Of September, month of dreams, Holds the valleys, hills, and streams, Still the sun laughs: still the white way gleams. Away, away, move on, move on, Worshipping at Phaleron With festival and sound of dancing feet: Mid-summer's past and autumn's here to greet Dance the harvest-dances on the bursting vine, Harvest well the vine-crop, well tread out the wine, While September, month of dreams, Holds the valleys, hills, and streams, And the wine-press in the heat Gleams with glint of naked feet. Away! away! The blithe processional moves on From Athens unto Phaleron. The staffs are wreathed, the choruses of youths and maidens sing 'Io, Bacchus, lord and king, To thy mystic shrine we bring Song and sacred offering, Ancient legends, ever new, How the godlike Theseus slew Far in Crete the Minotaur, How for his return he swore Sails of white, and was forsworn, How King Aegeus hope-forlorn Hurled himself into the sea, How the festive revelry Knew not aught of Aegeus dead, But, by smiling Theseus led, Heard not, till their mirth was spent: Revelry became lament.' So they sing, and so move on, Worshipping, to Phaleron. So they move, and so they sing 'Io, Bacchus, lord and king, Thou art hid, the mystic wine-god, In the hot sun-beaten vine; In the must, mad feet of thine trod; In the spurting purple wine. Sun and summer, they are thine, Song and gay brain-reeling mirth, Revelry and riot, Laughter and delight of earth, Joy shall not be quiet.' Fiercer grows the strain, Awakening dull pain. 'Thou art the foam upon the must, The purple in the lees of lust, The cup o'erturned, the dregs spilt in the dust.' Suddenly the sadness falls; Weary lamentation calls, Evoe, evoe, Iou, iou. 'Io, Bacchus, lord and king,' Speech there is no fathoming; Revel spent and sorrow come, Mirth and merriment made dumb. Iou! iou! Evoe! evoe! So they sang, and so moved on From Athens into Phaleron. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLOWER NO MORE THAN ITSELF by LINDA GREGG ALMA IN ALL SEASONS by LINDA GREGG ALMA IN THE DARK by LINDA GREGG ALMA TO HER SISTER by LINDA GREGG ALONE WITH THE GODDESS by LINDA GREGG APHRODITE AND THE NATURE OF ART by LINDA GREGG AS BEING IS ETERNAL by LINDA GREGG |
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