The Scene of the Mime
More excerpts from my Bucolica
THE SCENE OF THE MIME SET
By the Home County of Kent on the purple grasses beneath
its pinkened skies [o chalky land of Kent]
behold the wind that grackles in the glasstrees,
silvery-bluish with smells of goosedown blossoms mowing
by Kentish green sheep psalmody whisping, verdant troop,
grazing the glow of the same purple grass in a loop
when flowing offward down the hillslope
the Cattle of Kent come to rummage.
By the Home Counties,
Kent by Canterbury
like Rome over cities
here South-Eastern, mosaics found;
reaching by step to the coast of Calais:
the FRENCH Connexion
not to lead your sheep o’er the white cliffs of Dover
which you can see from the coast of Calais...
My Bucolica is a modern reboot of the "eclogue" form originating in Classical Greece and Rome and much rehashed throughout all European literature. It usually comes in the form of a collection of shepherd's songs, dialogues, and stories featuring themes of love/desire, nature/the seasons, death/mortality, and the passing of time. It is often a playground to poeticize the animal world and humankind's relation to it, as well as particulars of the seemingly idyllic life led by simple shepherds and farmers in Arcadia. It is also referred to as bucolic literature. I wrote my Bucolica 2017-2018 in a mix of poetry and prose.
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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