Friday, November 2, 2012

                               Romance


                  i painted the colors that awaken your eye
          apple green  orange  and lemon

                  by the grey sundial in the garden
                                  under the gables
          those turrets flying silken banners
               of a long bodied dragon
                       a proud white swan

                  on the morning of the tournament
                  i surrounded you with images
                  captured you in the colors of nakedness
                                        & love...

                        on sheltered moss
                  a green lea by an inland lagoon
              where bushes grew unkempt over disused paths
          sea weed smelt its way to them over the sand dunes
          past the signs    cotton caught on the briars
          a single battered shoe through which grass had thrust
          the many small feet memories of the seaside

                know that this sea is of your mythology
             & has not been called sea by your gods

                know the words of your lore-master for all things
             & your life will not lack

                         still main is the dark deep
                         eel-home & sailor's plain
  
                    now steep slopes foam over shoals
                    by sheltered moss lies
                    a sweet water charm

           once a kiss caught my warbling tongue
                taught it an old song
                told me of a deep erotic note with which to blend
                to flavor to serve my songs
                            of sun rising
                              water coming in from sea
                                        subtle camouflage of tiger and deer
                   protective dark
                          resting time spent in the shade of trees

                my songs return to the forest
                where there is shelter from rain
                dry wood no longer needed by trees

                we may walk with honor along
                                     those paths
                     at nightfall   sleep amongst gods

             but only look
             we are separate

           our eyes may perceive the rainbow
          the great archway of our gods
                     but we are apart
                  they have left us
                & the rain falling upon us
                  our mouth full of locusts,
                                        full of green
                                 they have left us
                                                 alone
                              walking with our rain
                             each stride taking us north
                                    to the north
                                             & the deep warmth
                                   of our earth
                                          in our future



            Dick Russell
            from Wolfprints, 1971
            Workshop Press, London 

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