Napoleon
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Napoleon’s Last Words
There is a panorama somehow unfolding before me like a landscape painting on an infinite canvas all of you look as little dots crowding and clustering in armies of barely distinguishable colors smoke is rising from cannonades, and here and there blasts of dirt tinged with red blossom and fall back to the earth. How…
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National Poetry Month: “Napoleon I”
The balloon hangs blazing in the sky its modern sorcery attracts the eye like a billboard in a dream singing praise for the new regime Regalia like Charlemagne restored in glory away from pain Here arrive the guests the aristocracy, the Pope in Notre Dame, bereft of rest they put their hope Her stones are…
The Numinous Cosmos 