At The Tomb Of John Milton

Your epic was the first of poetry
(and then your Samson) that instructed me;
to these my good Samaritan's brief sign
directed me.  Your firm, but supple, line
seemed able to traverse all time and space
(what no chaotic prose could strive to trace).
In your lifetime, the ancient polity

of Rome was not, in England, sought or wanted;.
its heritge, in England, smashed or stunted
by Puritan ecclesiology.
After, you sang the garden, Paradise---
lifting by faith (untrammeled by blind eyes)
the towering poem in witness to the ways
you thought were Christ's in those Edenic Days.
 
Starward
 
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