‘Ode to Alexander’ and Other Poetry by Michael Rovner The Society April 18, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Poetry Ode to Alexander They say he cried, the great king, when He marched upon his journey’s end. To live but once, and yet to know There’s so much further man could go. I’m sure twas no one could console That mighty, strong, and broken soul. When worlds and worlds he gazed to see, And knew at once what could not be. If he’d fallen upon his sword, Our mighty, strong, and broken lord, Would any dare to give him blame? To lay a curse upon his name? Do we not walk beside him now? Our dreams falling like leaves from boughs? Is hope that’s crushed not hope that dies? Should tears then come as a surprise? I would weep as the man so great, Knowing at last what was my fate. Greatness wanes and heroes do cry. Dreams fade when you open an eye. I Travel Alone I travel alone. I walk through the streets. No man is my master, no one I meet. My feet carry me through the cool night air, With my companion who’s not really there. How wondrous the nature, how blessed man, That body and mind can walk hand in hand. We walk through the town, my ally and I. With each step I take I let my mind fly To faraway places, faraway lands, By oceans with beaches of pure white sands. Never quite stranded, the two of us are, A fanciful mind can take one quite far. How sad it must be for beasts of the land That they have no one to take by the hand. Can man be alone with this wondrous prize? Do other minds drift and take to the skies? I can not perceive, and I may never know if there’s others who are so clever. But this I’m assured, no man walks alone. No woman, or child, or babe leaves home without one beside them all of their life. To be there through good times, bad times, and strife. How wondrous the nature, how blessed man, That body and mind can walk hand in hand. Sleipnir Ride on, ride on, majestic steed. Greatest of all amongst your breed. Woodman’s steed and child of lies, Leading the hunt that never dies. One wonders how you even run? Thee brilliant beauty, noble dun. Legions of legs propel you still, You do avoid a hapless spill. Oh horse of horses, colt divine, Galloping on, god on your chine. Much forgotten, fading away. Few there are who want you to stay. Stay for me Sleipner. Be my guide. Bend low your back so I can ride. Carry me Sleipner, lo I plead. Let me be master and you steed. Michael Rovner is a poet and musician living in Chicago. Featured Image: Statue of Alexander the Great riding Bucephalus and carrying a winged statue of Nike (square of Alexander the Great) in Pella city. (Wikimedia Commons). Related Post ‘Ancient Melodies’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dal... (All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Ancient Melodies by Ercules Edibwa No longer are they heard, the ancient melodies of Greece, so beautiful and ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.