Liela,

Leila in the Arabian zone
Dusky, languishing and lone
yet full of light are her dark eyes
And her gales are lovers sighs.
So in Egyptian clime
Grows an Isis calm sublime.
Blue black in her robe of night
But blazoned o'er with points of light
The horns that Io's brow deform
With Isis take a crescent form,
And as holy a morn inform.
The magic sistrum arms her hand
And at her deep eyes' command
Brutes are raised to thinking men
Soul growing to her soul filled ken.
Dean of the lonely life
hecate fed on gloom and strife.
Hebe on her throne of air
Only Leila's children are.

Patient serpent, circle round
Till in death my life is found
Double form of godly prime
Holding the whole thought of time
When the perfect two embrace,
male and female, black and white
Soul is justified in space
Dark made fruitfull by the light,
And centered in the diamond sun
Time , eternity are one.

The minervous muse;

The muse they say was born in May, the first of a Harvard law man,
A precocious child of five he had her contrive most classical chapter and verse,
The father insisted as Sarah Margaret resisted the customs of  the Jeffersonian,
By the age of nine she claimed it was time to vindicate her family curse,
The name Sarah she deemed was far from her dream; call me Margaret and Margaret alone!
The insufferable adolescent collided, the parents divided and left things a we bit unsettled,
While in Cambridge Mass. her intelect grew fast as students fled her indiscriminate sarcastic tone.
The father now claimed this moral delinquent I shall tame, a boarding school to temper her mettle.
Now young Wendell did smear with Elsie Venner while Lafeyette gave toast to her charm,
But with air of bravado in Mariana, her staccato, a guise of formidable wit,
Now congressman father had little time to bother less the family name come to any harm,
For little they knew as the androgynous creature grew she'd  be the first of the suffragette's.
As Fasion and frivolity end it's Farrar's "young lady's friend" to capitalize on her good graces,
Now Saturdays forum she entertained with decorum a charismatic and deep conversation,
The transcendentalist movement was do for improvement for the young and eager new faces,
But editing the quarterly Dial did not make her smile as Emerson pushed without hesitation.
Better to reinstate 'Goethe' her heart will translate then Woman in the nineteenth century,
Then Greely's tribune a public spitoon, A waste of the literary queen,
Living this life a female dungeon of strife her equivalent a conscious penitentiary,
Yet in her heart yearned a passion that burned as she set out to conquer her means.

While in Italy she tarried with a man she did marry abandoning fears of the little old maid,
With Nino now two she set sail with a crew and headed for New York and her home,
The captain fell ill and small pox did kill before the good ship Elizabeth came in to wade,
Now a quarenteened ship navigated without its skip as the first mate laid her epitome,
At twenty fathoms she won't shear as a hurricane swept Cape Fear heading for the Isl.of fire,
She drifted on a bar with land still to far, she scuttled and lie on her side,
"Cut away," first mate yelled, or she'll brake all to hell as the situation grew perilous and dire,
The ship now lay torn her sailors forlorn, all victims of the wind and the tide.
Margaret Fuller and the Marguis now forever lost at sea, they found only the body of the child,
As word spread on shore Waldo sent Thoreau to find out more but he found nothing to reconcile.
The magic now lost an enigmatic future it cost our most precious muse; it took the raging Atlantic to quell such fire!

H.J.Cruz
2/07