Aurora Magazine 2017

D S Thomas A Hymn to Lure Hypnos

A hymn to lure hypnos Kiss my brow so tenderly and guard me from your brothers, three. Desire me in your Mother’s kingdom until I am Hemera’s again. Over and over rest my worrisome heart Curer of Day’s Maladies. And I will bring the fumigation of poppies to consummate our meeting.

I will sing this hymn and propitiate and pray for your nightly return.

Sing to me also, if it is not hubris to presume that it is your evening song I hear.

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