Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Diamonds on the Soul

DIAMONDS ON THE SOUL OF SLEEP (Pantoum)  Wendy Webb


Play, dulcimer, upon my mind and bring
the strings of Paradise in fire and ice,
then Xanadu will rise from pleasure’s ring
and words, as drunken honey-dew, suffice.

The strings of Paradise, in fire and ice,
come trembling as a pool beside a shore
and words, as drunken honey-dew, suffice
to mirror dark or light for evermore.

Come, trembling as a pool beside a shore:
a thousand circling gulls splash – break the spell,
to mirror dark or light for evermore.
One seagull on a rock-cold living hell.

A thousand circling gulls – splash – break the spell,
in phantom fragments lovely forms dissolve.
One seagull on a rock-cold living hell,
no Kubla Khan can firm to dull resolve.

In phantom fragments, lovely forms dissolve:
wings of a dove, a cottage by a lake.
No Kubla Khan can firm to dull resolve
where passing mirrors flow, form surfing wake.

Wings of a dove – a cottage by a lake.
Rise, mirage Grasmere’s cut and polished prose,
where passing mirrors flow, form surfing wake:
wet diamonds dancing jewels on dreams composed.

Rise, mirage, Grasmere’s cut and polished prose
- sleep’s harp-soft moments when bright angels wing.
Wet diamonds dancing jewels on dreams composed…
lost choruses deep-sleeping poets sing.

Play, dulcimer, upon my mind and bring
sleep’s harp-soft moments when bright angels wing.
Then Xanadu will rise from pleasure’s ring:
lost choruses deep-sleeping poets sing.


1 comment:

bijja said...

Excellent poem.