The Sacred Antinous - Psalms - In Praise of Sculptors Before the Idol

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COMMENTARY
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	~Psalms Introduction
PSALMS (Sorted alpha by Title or First Line)
	~A Quiver of the Flesh
	~Always, Where Pleasures Be Gifted or Ta'en
	~Antinous of the Earth
	~As the Lions Do
	~Find a Quiet and Solitary Place
	~For Here am I by Antinous Healed
	~For If By Its Oblivious Violence
	~Guide Him to Stand as a Nude Before You
	~If From Thy Reluctant, Unlucky Mouth
	~If You Would Enter Him, Steal A Moment
	~In Praise of Sculptors Before the Idol
	~In What Light Shall He Be Comprehended?
	~Let Boyish Passion Take Thy Hand and Lead
	~Let Thy Lovemaking Be As Thy Worship
	~Lo, When Grand Release is the Only Aim
	~Now Begins a Bold Interrogation
	~O, What a Torrent of Spectacle We Are
	~On the Beach
	~Onto His Nipple Deliver Your Mouth
	~Such a Flesh
	~Suckle Upon His Neck
	~There is a Certain Way of Touching Flesh
	~This Jaw in My Fingers
	~Through Me
	~To Mock the Purists in their Rabidity
	~To Suffer is to Slip Unnoticed
	~What's Ancient is a Far Future
	~What Ancient Hoards the Earth Holds Buried Still!
	~When He Doth Kneel Before You
	~When His Flesh Wants
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In Praise of Sculptors Before the Idol

Tho’ ashen’s the face and stone’s the silence –
Perfect to the orbs of iris fluted –
The locks that cure from a tussled violence
Abet what thoughts through lips of marble muted
Speak.

Tho’ rooted are the legs with polished weight
And sure the toes above their churning spray,
The will’s revealed as much by form as fate
When leapt from death they even on this day
Dance.

Tho’ still’s the chest that squares to precision –
Unseen lungs their vital viscers crowning –
Let no one doubt what swims in Elysian
Doth e’er beyond its destiny’s drowning
Breathe.

Antinous,
Thou speak to me in quietude;
Thou dance to me in chains;
Thou breathe to me releases;
Thy living marble reigns.