Posts Tagged ‘Jason’s golden fleece’


We climb, and gold lays on the clouds
Now Jason’s golden fleece.
And we, Icarus, fly to-ward
The sun lest it should cease. 

We chase the day; we chase the sun
As though it were a god.
But day will come when it returns
If we run fast or plod.


photo by Constantin Jurcut at


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that confiding prodigal,
The blissful oriole.

So drunk, he disavows it
With badinage divine;
So dazzling, we mistake him
For an alighting mine.

A pleader, a dissembler,
An epicure, a thief –
Betimes an oratorio,
An ecstasy in chief;

The Jesuits of orchards,
He cheats as he enchants
Of an entire attar
For his decamping wants.

The splendor of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.

I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With thoughts that make for peace.

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