The Chronicles of Narnia, by CS Eliot

It is a combination, and a mixture
Of ways they might have never met, while stumbling
My deeper sense of commandment, and going past,
So going past, nodding at the beige tower, past.
The face of all obedience in Jadis's spire
Might, going past again, compel a passage, much like
Fumigation of the one's old common-room pipe smoke,
The other's butts.


I The Burial of the Dead

A harsh thaw they made of it, melting
Boundaries in spring, in summertime lives,
So sagt mir wo die blumen sind? A coin,
With its mortal majestic composition.
A Lion. And a Unicorn. But the wreathing of those leaves,
I'll tell you, leak their way to there.
Le canevas banal, the wardrobe unparadis'd.


II A Game of Chess

The Chair he sat in, like a burnished cage
Was dimmed by asphalt wrought on lava-glass,
And worked around his wrists in gentle vines,
Soberly looked on by green Puddleglum,
The Marshwiggle of Magdalen's Common Rooms.
Troubled beside the verdant kirtle's shade.
Unguent incense burnt to Lamia's change.

III The Fire Sermon

A gentle prince is pricking on the plain,
The loitering heir, presumptive Caspian,
Musing upon the prince his cousin's birth.
The horse, tired out, recalls another mounting.
Eugenides's spurs, lei lei lei, lei lei lei.
With automatic neck now cranes the boy,
Bold as Lord Leicester, pecks Miss Popplewell.

IV Death by Water

The Talking Mouse Reepicheep sort of drowned
But forgot nothing, brought up liquid, sugared
Civility. The Seven Lords plot
Was rent up in some hasty paragraphs. Enchantment, though,
Reformed elsewhere. Gentile or (Messianic) Jew,
Leave Reep aside; think Eustace Clarence Scrubb,
See what characterization, then, can do.

V What the Thunder Said

The older world's blood sun shows up their blushes
And old fountains with old griffins cannot spew even dust.
There are so many pools; some dry up.
Charn, Felinda, Sorlois, Jerusalem,
London to be as dust when brandy rains down too - so -
Tolosa dolosa - dying Egypt - burst guinea-pigs while ye may -
DA. And I say the sooner the better, as the toffee-tree sprouts page.