2021-2022, Poem, Writing

Ghazal for Briseis

Ghazal for Briseis
Lizzie Van Buren, '22

Down in the dream-fields, a gentle monarch flew by
Though the skeptics may qualm, I knew it was you by.

Your gossamer wings brushed my face like a night's kiss,
Your eyes mist, a mirage; Heaven a blue sigh. By

A hundred thousand lights there shone a great white bliss
You lit me the way back as the morning drew by.

Our paths diverged in the woods beside. My Earth Home
Before me once more, again I watched you die. By

Now they call me Lizzie. In your eyes I am but
That long-lost, loyal name that I once loved you by.