The Panathenaea in Ancient Athens

Paulus and Martin
both sons of a Roman emigrant
in bewitched Sparta went to Athens
to participate in
the dreamy Panathenaea
because the sibyl wanted to
give them a crane of Ibycus
just after this procession
in the time of the miraculous

Paulus was robed
in the Roman tunic of poets
Martin carried the
armor of hoplites from Greece

they loved lovely ceremonies
for the sake of their father
a watchman in the
temple of Artemis in Sparta

People loudly glorifying Athena:


You are a zephyrling with vans of the romanticism
You are a noble being with winged beauty of the metaphysics
You are a dreamlet fulfilled in the Ionic philosophy of nature
You are a foggy fantasy of dawn as poesy of the dreamiest epistemology
You are a temple in which lives: logic ethics and aesthetics

and afterwards

when the mast with Athena’s habit north-facing is, the dressmaker is lifting up the brushed Golden Fleece
when the mast with Athena’s habit south-facing is, the priest is picking up the forever closed Pandora’s Box
when the mast with Athena’s habit east-facing is, the fighter is raising the cut Gordian knot
when the mast with Athena’s habit west-facing is, the craftsman is heaving the cooled off horseshoe of Hephaestus

the paean-spell of the brothers
after burnt offering for the Sibyl:

Holy Lady Sibyl
Kindle propitious fire in enchanted weird!
flight of a Broad-Tailed Hummingbird

The Longing

the enticing aspiration is such
a golden Apollonian sunshine
my muse-like tune of a bosom
as the dainty cherubic dreamlet
or it is a tender ring
that shines at
the magnanimous chevalier
and it is an embellishment
of the metaphysics

the dazzling wishfulness is able to long for
Herculeanly propitious sea of candles
which are blazing fiercely
and for moonlight past each afterglow
which glares like a seraphic ring

the ravishing longing exhibits
for a splendid spirited keel
the beachside
a stunning beach
next to the druidical
charming holt

the divine yearning the
most appealing charm
it is such a fairy-like cottage
which has been established
by mermaids
at midnight
on the debris
of hag’s temple

the desire is the alluring
poesy forever from sempiternity
of the muse Clio

meek as well as weird-like yen is a being
mountain Apollo among a friend
—the love-in-idleness
the dreamiest gnome
among pixie-like wizards

Shrouded in the Spartan Gloss-Fire

the meek family of four
—quaint-dreamy perioikoi

are sitting around a Spartan glamorous fire
—endearing glittering

before myths-like holt
—where ghostlets lived in divine owls

since the time immemorial
—the forgottenness connoted tender fog

in those days the spell of family
—father-Epicurean as a victorious hoplite

who has returned home
—where afterglows were the most propitious

and morning-red of sunlet was indeed amazing-dreamy
—as a trace of the sempiternity

perioikoi: the woman a vendor of figs and the man a pedlar of pearls
—having sat on the ravishing Golden Fleece
perioeci: sons landowners
—sitting on the exquisite textile of Pythia

the most exquisite—kindling of the Gordian knot

its all Apollonianly bewitching mood—with the Dionysian wine
the family dream and philosophize—such Socrates or Aristotle
about the Homerically pleasing stanzas

only missing weird-like lyre—in contrast the grand harp having

Kindle a Prometheanly divine spartan fire!

an enticing spunk—the dazzling brio
a comely fieriness—the alluring passion
a delightful light beacon—the pleasing mettle
a charming spark—the enticing scintilla
of our metaphysics

the soul of the hoplite becomes romantic dreamier and