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HERALD MY LADY COMING O! MORNING SUN!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Tell me O! morning Sun, tell me
What destiny has providenced for every man?
What meaning too behind the arching mills
Of fate whose noble architect humans are?
What more fate in store?
What more treks to traverse?
What further joys to delight in?
What further sorrows to bear?

When knocks again Eros upon my heart
Is this the ultimate hour for the waiting
For her the lovely woman
Foretold a myriad times in dreams?
Foretold too by well-meaning seers?
She, the sporter of the long flowing hair
A-flashed her sight is beneath my mental screens?
She a wondrous damsel though in pains
Conceiver of my first born scion?

So let it be O! Sun! So be it
I wait no more for this foretold of old
Fulfilled shall be my being in her
Fulfilled more as mount of Light I am
With life a-nurtured as will
She be with me.

[Writ. 25 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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THOU ART MY BENIGN TALISMAN

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

You sweetest Lady are my benign talisman
A billion bewitching charmers combined
Your Aphroditean countenance makes
The mind-rending world of peoples
A magical Eden alive
No more can poetry fathom
Your limitless charm and glow
You are to me the endless narrative
All epics’ visions fulfilled at last

[Writ. 27 May 91, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Shall we again rendezvous
As the rains and leaves do
To the month of June?

Of what romance are we to partake
When neither of us sees at all
The shadow
Nor hears news and whereabouts
Of one another?

Behold! Walls of time have been built
Between us. The chance of communicating
With one another
Had been buried
In catacombs
Complete with dirges.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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WHERE ARE YOU SWEETEST LADY?
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Where are you, sweetest lady?
Long had passed since my heart’s Cupid beating
For you was at its zenith.
You are a living ghost that appears
Ceaselessly on the panoramic screen
Of my cognitive antechambers.
Do our thoughts and hears still meet
Betwixt undefined time and spaces
Like blended waves of twin satellites
Long cut off from
Their umbilical cords?
Or am I just churning reveries
Of a love flame long deadened
By oblivion’s deoxidizing waters?
Please tarry not the questioning
Or goner would be my fate.

[Writ. 27 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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SPEAK O! FELICITOUS LADY!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Speak to me, dear Friend!

Are you a ghost—a ghost of Light—

That smashes the granite rocks of masks

I’ve upon myself built with esteem’s cement?

Speak! Lady chronicler of the inner theatres!

Behold! We need no longer pass along

This world’s tortuous roads as our monads fuse—

Yours and mine, mine and yours.

Regain shall I my own pure unbesmirched

Halo of intelligence and will and aspiration:

You are the sacred moment that fertilizes

Again like unto growing buds of verdant lores

This sanctified shadow of my inner theatre.

Speak! Lady of the free spirits!

Quench my thirst for tales of delight!

You are the tale, the bringer of delight,

The ultimate acting being in the Thespian stage.

Receive my swearword: I offer

To you the wakened ghost of mine, once more

To amplify your limitless experiencing of the magic

In the world of humans; my words, planted and grown

 

 

[Writ. 19 November 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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LOVE’S MURMUR

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

I hear the murmur of love

Like rattles of tree branches.

It is coming, marching triumphantly

On the ground of eternal merriment.

It seizes me, bless of my wishes,

It its delightful gallows of wonderment.

It’s message clear—“Heed my call!”

To my woman ‘tis selflessly shared.

 

 

[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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SENTIMENTS FROM EROS

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Sentiments from Eros’ royal house

Here it lies within my being.

A chasm it shall try to bridge

And warm up your cold heart a-glow.

It will grow, it will merge

From the shadows of the iceberg’s underneath.

It will seek its proper moorings

In your heart it is wont

To nestle; only in your heart or nevermore.

 

[Writ. 24 July 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

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