Marti, Dario, Arthur, Tennyson

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

Marti and Dario enter the poem.
Father and Child, the kite string unstrung.
Blue as the firmament on which they form
From reeds of the wind, fire from the sun
Weave the golden pestles in silk thread foam
Driving toward the precipice in its dawn
The fall that never happened withheld none.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.


--"Come to me Stallion Muse Hero Son,"

"I do not write from a bed of roses."

"My verses twist and ignite into flames."





sources:
L.A. Tennyson "In Memorium" 
http://www.online-literature.com/tennyson/718/

Marti, Obras

Dario, "To Roosevelt"