(Bassae, Temple of Apollo Epicurius)
Turning in the mind, returning,
irreconcilable with chaos,
anchored on a mountain crest,
miraculous in wilderness,
to question temporal event,
undermine percepts of death
and quietly deconstruct
the consciousness confined in time,
it rests, conspiracy of vision
and geometry, a pure abstract.
The temple’s architecture speaks
serenely out of silences and spaces
moulded in the light of reverence:
as if sun’s rays once forged
the lines of column, lintel, pediment,
as if Apollo doubled as the architect…
Doric Order
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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