[caution -- archaic theme ahead in loping cadence]
Through this grove of sacred oaks,
we chant to old and lusty gods.
We chant to Baal returned to spring.
On broken paths of moss and stone,
our zithers strum the ghosts of wind.
We strum to Baal returned to spring.
By bleeding brook of tuskéd boar,
we lithely dance and fling our vows.
We dance to Baal returned to spring.
At temple pyre of awe and sparks,
we drink the mandrake unto dreams.
We drink to Baal returned to spring.
We chant and strum and dance and drink
upon this altared night of Canaan.
Gods come back in smoke and stone,
but we will fade on moons of time.
|Baal Ugarit (Louvre)|