November 20th, 2013

horse of power

poem: the calling of arthur

This is where the title for the incomplete fic I just posted came from. It's from Charles Williams' Taliessen in Logres, and is my favorite of the cycle.


The Calling of Arthur

Arthur was young ; Merlin met him on the road.
Wolfish, the wizard stared, coming from the wild,
black with hair, bleak with hunger, defiled
from a bed in the dung of cattle, inhuman his eyes.

Bold stood Arthur ; the snow beat ; Merlin spoke :
Now am I Camelot ; Collapse )