The Third Fall of Race Brook: A Poetic Novel & Poems for J.

By Quillan

Days pared of light while sight fared less by nights

Slumber unsettled, cognizance muddled as she cuddled

Pillow then quilt, like rocks in silt the memories felt

At pain's altar (Beth) knelt and groped in sorrow's beyond

Thus ponds endlessly rippled by a single death-stone

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491765364

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2015905740

iUniverse rev. date: 05/04/2015

You know who you are… My sincere gratitude to Fanny, for being J.T.’s messenger posthumously, for it had a profound effect thus this poetic novel. Special thanks to Alyssa, Megan and Susan, for the quality photos (back cover collage) taken over the years for various book projects, as well to Calvin, for his wonderful artwork and design on front/back covers. Finally, to my family; Roxanne, Jessie, Aly, Mike, Kyle, Wade, Eli, Parker, Jude, Payton, Keller and those yet to come, I love you all very much, always.

And many apologies to readers for my poor, perhaps improper, use of Spanish, for truly it is a beautiful language.

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Poetry is passion… Poetry is power!

~ Other Books by Quillan ~

Epistola

December 2001

Epistola II - Forever Dance Naked

October 2003

Epistola III - Soul Wanderings

September 2005

Commentaries by an American Poet

December 2006

Passionate Lucidity

March 2009

Midland

November 2011

[-brief-]

April 2015

My Allegiance - A Poetic Manifesto

Vespers by Arabesques - Poetic Mysteries

Both In Progress - See Website

The Third Fall of Race Brook

~ A Poetic Novel ~

Note to Reader:

Each canto consists of two or more verses (or stanzas). The odd verses are the poetic narration (storyline) told in past tense. The even verses are the poet’s reflections expressed in present tense, or characters’ contemplations as per preceding narrative odd verse. Alternatively, one could read solely the odd verses of each canto for a contiguous storyline, to return later to the even verses with a bottle of wine or bourbon.

Canto I Fears, Faiths and Raw Kinesthesia ~

Canto II Denuding Scenes Immaculate ~

Canto III Anamneses ~

Canto IV A Hullabaloo of Crowded Magnitude ~

Canto V Forever There and Fair ~

Canto VI Dos Campos Lejanos ~

Canto VII Saturn’s Rings and Jupiter Street ~

Canto VIII The Troubadour’s Praxis ~

Canto IX Sinfoniettas and Panaceas ~

Canto X A Strange Sanity ~

Canto XI Iconoclastic, Idyllic, or Illusory ~

Canto XII A Cup of Bodhi, Hold the Coffee ~

Canto XIII Le Soupçon ~

Canto XIV Los Cuatro Sueños Aleatorios ~

Canto XV Evanescent Athanasia ~

Canto XVI Prodigious Parenthesis in Passage ~

Canto XVII Under Silence’s Veil ~

Canto XVIII Flummoxing Rambles ~

Canto XIX A Soul Fixed To Stone ~

Canto XX By Scintilla By Mantilla ~

Canto XXI Poetry’s Plague and Poet’s Dread ~

Canto XXII Volutes, Voices, and Vases ~

Canto XXIII Dreams Bedeviling Dreams ~

Canto XXIV The Forlorn Sojourn ~

Canto XXV Cacophonies and Symphonies ~

Canto XXVI Opus of Day, Onus of Night ~

Canto XXVII Mise En Scène ~

Canto XXVIII Upon Deathbeds Without Gowns ~

Canto XXIX Love’s Stain on Heart ~

Canto XXX Ten Thousand Delicate Inventions ~

Canto XXXI Prístina y Delicada ~

Canto XXXII Akin Penumbra’s Pendulum ~

Canto XXXIII Quandary ~

Canto XXXIV Dandelions’ Tresses ~

Canto XXXV A Kiss Amidst the Laden Swoons ~

Canto XXXVI Tongues Afire ~

Canto XXXVII The Thorny Wreath That Hung ~

Canto XXXVIII Crystal Mourns By Cisterns ~

Canto XXXIX The Wish ~

Canto XL Dos Campos Lejanos - Reprise ~

Canto XLI Graced by Thirty Winters ~

Canto XLII Passion’s Chalice ~

Canto XLIII Her Love In Perpetuum ~

Canto XLIV Las Epístolas Finales ~

Canto XLV El Fin Del Mundo ~

Canto XLVI Black Luck and White Photography ~

Canto XLVII Ashes and Canons in Stone ~

Canto XLVIII Gifts Sublime ~

Canto XLIX Fear Is A Thing Queer ~

Canto L Reckoning in Echoes Amaranthine ~

The Third Fall of Race Brook

~ Poems for J. ~

Note to Reader:

The first anthology consists of poems mostly written upon her passing. Fair Lady and Pelicans were written prior; the former composed and sent to her, while she never received the latter. The subsequent anthologies were written while working on the poetic novel as well the poetry for previous books Passionate Lucidity and Midland.

Anthology I Inflamed by Words ~

Fair Lady

Pelicans

In Tall Grass I Lay

Silent Horses

Two Realities

Zephyr

Zephyr Dunes

Confusing As Painted Abstractions

Yellow Rose

A Lovely Brainwork

Mortal Fences

Withered Passions

A Lone Saline Smear

Redemption

Maudlin Gaze

Her Last Question

Anthology II Halcyon by Tender Acumen ~

Six Verses on Mortals

Twenty-Five Verses on Silence

Anthology III Our Passionate Maze ~

Tu Voz

Mind of Soul

A Deathless Rose

Te Amo

Eventide

Her Heart’s Ambrosial Abyss

Las Calles del Crepúsculo

Chain and Crucifix

A Diary Cached

Four Definitions of Eternity

Prolix Trips

Turquoise

Storm of Dreams

Mortals’ Gift

La Mariposa de Matilde

Vexations

Philosophers and Poets

One Hundred Years

Passion’s Chalice

If I Could Possess Thee

Gothic Moths

O Eternal Night

The Third Fall of Race Brook

~ A Poetic Novel ~

And in Life’s noisiest hour,

There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,

The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

1774 – 1834

In Memory

of

J.T. Fair Lady

(1976-2007)

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Canto I

Fears, Faiths and Raw Kinesthesia ~

- 1 / narration -

The Boston sun swooned then loomed by late afternoon

Perforating the overhung gloom as well the ashen cast

Topped fast the cathedral steps by jovial guests, hip to hip

As minutes slipped to commencement’s fits and dithers

Jitters and twitters in depths and odd chimes in minds

Till liturgical rhymes called the silence, ushered the hush

Hence the push and the rush, urging each by a touch

Due to conductor’s queues thus betwixt congested pews

Paraded and sashayed the maidens, clutching garlands

And gripping sprays, as staid the ushers in formal view

Hence turned per passing hand, resolved mid the stands

Within the sconces of tender petals and rendered flames

Gamed then chased by lads and lasses in suits and laces

Bearers of joyous rings endowed by rapturous things

Prompting the elder king, accordingly, leaned he to kiss

Soon to be missed keenly, his young fair daughter

- 2 / reflection -

Anticipative eternities arousing

Eventides swelling mid surreal gasping

Twilights fluxing and flexing

Tantamount to gatherings

Arousing the midnight druidic sighing

Ella esparce las pasiones y él desviste las razones

Huele los muslos y las manos

Acaricia las uvas y los surcos húmedos

Aspira el perfume brumoso del enredo intenso

Overwrought amassing of prolix veil

Fustian trail and eternal appliqué

Then white cloisters of virginal premonitions

As bridal falls espy to stones low and cold

Mooting the vagabonding

Along tiles, traces, and cathedral mazes

While candlelight chases

Shadowy marionettes and hand-puppets

Across the lit portiere

As Terpsichore casts ballerinas

Upon the dream-curtains

Sundering conscious and subconscious

The velvety preoccupations

Inside hot young minds feverish

More supernal than lecherous

Effervescent spontaneity moreover

(Gems that curses rush o’er)

¡Oh! Los calidoscopios sexuales de las paradojas

Todos los inhalan, tragan y comparten

Como vides sedientas salvajes

Entrelazan los brazos las piernas y los dedos

Intercourse coveting lustfully

In midst of sensuality and amity

Double to carnality and spirituality

Withal propriety and frivolity

Determinately spun, deliberately wound

And impetuously sprung

Ah the intensity and the lucidity

Oh god, the thrusting unison

Collaborative trust and co-active musk

Hence all melding fears and faiths

The fusions by emotive combustion

About the volatility and certainty

Thus heaving breasts on swelling chest

Ancillaries to affiances

Liturgically shrouded exhilaration

Expeditiously denuding

In a twinkling of a troubadour’s eye

Her conjugal gown’s undoing

The actualities as prerequisite piers

And girders to the formalities

Shallow rituals for clay vessels who mutter

Vows in rote and meter

Paralleling prose duping poems

Aside snickers of lads then fidgets of lasses

And the beclouding of stained glasses

Lorgnettes and tall stints

Of gents, madams, and the damned

- 3 / narration -

Pined and marked emotively by Beth’s summarization

An epoch de novo and timely commemoration

Toward life’s columns and rows then pillars and stows

Hence the requisite cruxes and roads’ exigent crosses

Nostalgically, upon her father’s arm she seized

Subsequently, the congregated pews they cleaved

In the midst of soft storms oddly of ritual forms godly

The white train unstained as appointed melodies sustained

While patience of the twain waned on harmonic chord

In accord to the nonsensical wait and clerical state

- 4 / reflection -

O the lovely sedition

Due to goddamn traditions

Adroitness of complexities

Gawking as Cain at Abel’s crimson

Coveting like Esau the right

Like commodious praxes

And mendacious practices

So be it, so it fuckin’ seems

Thus the divine heraldry

Benevolently bestowing

Upon mankind (the cursing)

Beast afoul and fowl afield

In fatted lands and thinner air

The wretched hating

The despising then endearing

And enchanting lust as well

Though often it softly turns

As bodies churn, stir, and writhe

Ah, Love indigenous

Canto II

Denuding Scenes Immaculate ~

- 1 / narration -

So went the theme, ergo, spent the processional stream

Calls by prayers appended, vows by blessings suspended

Seemingly then forwarded freely via the liturgical hurdles

Turned befittingly supple for the ardent couple

As time doubled incessant for the pubescent and impatient

Due each tick, click, and clack on wrists and wall in back

Echoing amaranthine between the settees and the kin

Hence Joel to her affixed, Beth by him transfixed

As per affirmations, excitations, and consummations

First by soul surreal, anon body to feel, near mind in reel

Again and equally again, then her and him and every chin

(To the chagrin of coquetted valentines), thus all in kind

Struck when tucked by song, dance, trance, and fancy

By minstrels bolstered along delegation roistered

Cloistered in festal chamber low chandeliers’ vestal luster

- 2 / reflection -

By recitations, hymns, sacraments

Homilies and vestments in part

The sweet arrestment compassing

Via institutes by bents and myths

Deficient of significance

When caracoling, lacking the passions

Funereal annotations short

Of concupiscent hermetic connotations

Hence memorializing vacuous endless means

O denuding scenes immaculate

Refuting fiends clangorous

¡Ay! Qué es esta humanidad disparatada

Sin embargo

Estas son las desamparadas soledades

Que todos añoran

Las lágrimas del sol penetrante

Y el perfume dulce del dolor

Mortals, hence tactile forces

Head-collisions and heart-concussions

Acquiescent messy films

Stretching o’er realms apathetic and sterile

Where down her tender orbs and slender neck

Mascara smears as eyes tear

(As lots are tossing, robes renting, flesh tearing

While shorn the sacred locks upon carnal thighs)

Her bosom cleaves, his honor heaves

Thence skin rips, fitly blood emits

Intermingling with