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The White Tomb: Selected Writings

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The publication of THE WHITE TOMB is literary archeology at its best. Merrill, an American, stood at the center of the international literary world in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, living in Paris, belonging to the inner circle surrounding Mallarme, and defending Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman when such associations could still be damaging. However, sinc ...more
Paperback, 182 pages
Published January 1st 1999 by Talisman House, Publishers
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“The autumn months are my domain:
Mirrored in pools my castles dream
Of wars long past and out of mind
From towers with ivy garlands twined

Weak and with regret the sun
Drowns itself in the sluggish green
Water that marble fountains weep;
Trees open their nests to the wings of sleep.

The wind like a phantom seems to roar,
Returned to die of love once more
At the false meeting of the ways
Where a temple rounds its dome in the haze.

Sometimes a child is heard to laugh
In the house of the priest, far off;
His lamp on the ledge of the window gleams
Much as the Holy Spirit flames.

Then nothing. Only a plane tree sways
Its crown of leaves in the dark that graze
Slowly and with a sound so alight
They barely ripple the silent night.

I am the lord of this domain.
Through halls of hollow, echoing
Armor, I haul the heavy shame
Of not being able to be king.”
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