Cetagandan RPF

Feb 04, 2008 13:38

I have no real explanation or apology for how this came to happen. Heavily influenced by the language of the Tao Te Ching. The Vorkosiverse belongs to Lois McMaster Bujold. No copyrights are being asserted and no money is being made. Cordelia / Aral, U.

Texts Presented To The Emperor The Haut Fletchir Giaja, May He Reign Forever, On The Occasion Of His Visit To Sergyar

[1.]

The fragrance-swirls disturbed:
the waiting troposphere
receives galactic seed.

[2.]

May we, who know the true world
Speak of such barbarian struggles?
Have we indeed the language?
All things are mirrors.

[3.]

Carboxylic, cyclic, condensate: [1]
by the breathing chemistry of this new-found world
are we troubled to volatility.

She knows by the concession of angles,
by the flat upward heaving of his zygomacy [2]
which lifts into three of the possible dimensions
the brown and silver formal-crest
which properly encodes his skin;
by these tokens she knows him her enemy.

His subordinate's face is broached by a thumb-mark,
improper, incomplete.
These things cannot be tolerated by the aesthetic person.
A reconciliation must be made.

[4.]

He has seen her in her gene-mother's house.
Her epic poems are of exploration,
their theme the bright prolific galaxy,
its branches heavy with stars.

He has heard her operatic pieces performed
and been moved to the fifth degree of incipient tears
and has performed the ceremony of prolonging and heightening the sensation
by means of acidic burned herbs.

He performed this ceremony in the manner proper for a soldier
and his interpretation of the static and moving forms
was considered most adequate.

[5.]

Beneath these sheltering stars
She lifts her hand beneath the long weight of her hair.

What aesthetic recessives may reside
within the gene-life of this boiling world?

How may she speak to her constellation of these possibilities?

Perhaps he has another lover.

[6.]

It is for the artist to know
when to destroy, and when to continue.
The greatest ghem-works have within them
the seed of human imperfection
which moves us to the nineteen degrees of weeping.

The greatest haut-works may not be spoken of in this vocal mode.

[7.]

Again we do not speak of the haut or their intentions.

They are subtle and as impenetrable as smoke.
The water surrounds the questioning hand:
The Imperial Seal descends
And is approached with protocol and contemplation. [3]

[8.]

A note of pastoral comedy
Cleanses the palate.
The buffoonery of his comical servant, how delightful!

[9.]

She returns to the pillars of her house.
The silk-banners are lifted for her.
The retainers sing in pleasing harmony
and release new-blended hypnotoxins into the receiving air.
The nurse of her genetic constellation
Approaches to perform tests.

[10.]

After the consideration
that she would give to the curve of a fish-bearing lilac-rose-tree;
after the consideration
deserved by those who rise to leave before the last movement of a drum-sonata;
after this consideration
she chooses to enter his house

and sets a new fashion in slippers.

[1] Please see the attached scent-display 'The Aromatic Acids Of Sergyar: A Rhapsody In Esters' for an amplification to this verse.
[2] The apologies of the poet are given in the kja-mode, thrice over with bow and formal offer of spear-combat, for the distastefully obvious nature of this reference to the work of Degtiar, Imp.2.556. on 'The Cheekbone In Galactic Art And Surgery'
[3] Please see the attached vox-recording: 'For The Length Of Three Breaths, Respectful Silence And The Scent Of Lime-Flowers'

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