A memory
carved on stelae of
the city Akhenaten built for God—
Fair of face Joyous with the Double Plume
Mistress of Happiness Endowed
with Favor at hearing whose Voice
one rejoices Lady of Grace
Great of Love whose disposition cheers
the Lord of Two Lands—
whose burntout
loveliness alive in stone
is like the fire of precious stones
dynastic
death (gold mask and vulture wings)
charmed her with so she would never die.
Upon the
mountain Aten spoke
and set the spirit moving
in the
Pharaoh’s heart: O Lord of every land
shining forth for all:
Aten
multi-single like the sun
reflecting Him by Him
reflected.
Anubis howled. The royal prophet reeled
under the dazzling weight
of vision,
exalted—maddened?—the spirit moving
in his heart: Aten Jahveh Allah God.