Publisher's Synopsis
Fresh, diverse lyric poetry from Robin Devoe. Select excepts follow:
From the title poem "Pale Western Star"Scene 3: "This Ride Was My Delight"
Julian: Riding...yes, we go a journey
Looking for what? We do not worry
lest the wishful thing flee
or melt beneath too eager a gaze. Cycling, we watch; talking, we feel
here we live without reflection,
each moment one fresh draught
of what the universe thinks we ought
to be feeding our souls. And be this pain -
or pleasures too rough and wild to contain
is no choice for us, but for Destiny a dream:
Cast forever beyond what we seem. Pristina Aventis
Togather we, beneath crystalline acclivity
Rave o'er this other, 'pon pillow bedewed:
And quick-rills sing your rhinis trimbles;
And Gankerings whimwelp long, soft chindles
As the ming-phyres sink beyond purpureal twills... Lark! Ho, the cries of Alatia poetously rise,
Wisping to Luna in half-mad surmise
Of a night passing through chronos pantillate -
The intimate vespers of nectarous busqueda,
Alive, prequacious... yet interminable -
As ever and on endless lovers dream. The Walk
Feeling still the ripples,
Your touch sent toward distant lands;
Still the echoes of rapture, lapping
Upon those sacred sands:
That farthest horizon within
Is not known...
Until we walk there unalone. From "Overture"
I. The Season of Light.
This chapter includes many early poetic ventures, dabbled upon whilst in the throes of the lovely twilight of an Alaskan youth coursing thru deep, cerulean nights - that summer light, that luminous gloam, seeming bred especial for the boreal lands where Nature unveils her most beautiful, most sacred countenance. Cycling the outskirts of these dreaming landscapes, urban and bucolic, back in eighties Spenard - the entire city slept, while at half past two in the morning, a lone rider could feel the mysterious, powerful love of the western horizon's twitterlight. That light was proof of God, Her window toward what mortals may perceive of the divine. Casting eyes upon that horizon for hours on end, filled with an intense, glorious rapture beyond understanding; these secret times, the most joyous of an age, soul buoyed toward what strange and lovely height? We call this most exquisite twilight, tinting the sky in the middle of an Alaskan half-night and all the sweet feelings that constellate around it (including, it seems, some of the strongest and noblest feelings of which humans are capable) - we name this divine hint of heaven the Fleeting Azurine. It's a permeating coda in such poems as Twilight, Heaven's Faintest Star, luniversal lispers, and Horizon Dream. Past Her Purple Hills may offer the purest illustration of this theme: sunset, the horizon, the sky's tincture... described with a tenderness of feeling, with a sweet, sad tone of an emotion approaching the divine. III. Poetical Mindswirl
Most beauty-filled - these vague, dreamlike, lisping works: the Poetical Mindswirl. Genesized after exposure to Carroll's Jabberwocky and Joyce's Finnegan's Wake, within this style we strain to see the trellis-work supporting those "dreaming spires", most delicate and beautiful - and just as we think a tiny sphere of infinite beauty pinnacles atop some sublime steeple, one blink brings her tumbling down from heaven. Some tumble gloriously: subtle intimations of ideal beauty lingering aloft the wreckage.
