The Ecphorizer
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"...so passing strange and wonderful!"
-Shelley, The Daemon of the World William Goyen is no more hereabouts Upon hurt wings; nor in coiled whorling turns Of topping bass; nor in pink salem coals Does his flesh steam; nor in pearl-toned moon routs Does he observe the antic faerie trolls Bestirring shadows where the foxfire burns. William Goyen has been here and gone. S lashed silver dews upon Bermuda show, Perhaps, his trail of flight. No house of breath Now clasps him pained in fevered blood and bone So long as meadows green and ghastly go At last between the purple peaks of death. Now in a farther country said and done He is escaped. The silly TVs yowl As if no passing has been made. Aright Is ignorance. Let secret be the run Of his rare spirit, watched by the wild owl Alone, who guards the lores and lairs of Night. ![]() Poet and essayist Wes Hight has eloquently memorialized a fellow Texan in novelist and poet William Goyen. The passing of Goyen, an eloquent contributor to Texas literature, was reported in the December, 1983 issue of Texas Monthly. |
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