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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Selina


(Photo by Rod Lane-poem inspired by Ezra Pound)


Bah! I have sung men in three cities;
They're all the same.
So let me sing of starlight and waves.

Smiles,flutters--you snare them.
Fantasies, words--they curl into your hand.
Those spells of pagan times:
Candles, incense, burnt offerings to the god--
You call them your own,
But you are nothing,
Just the whisperer of dead songs.

Smiles, laughter, touch--so the night goes.
I take my wares to the road once more;
Forgotten, I continue--
They must tune their instruments for the next singer.
You are nothing.
Yet they say, Selina, the moon goddess,
once hidden between the linens,
Selina of the sorrowful heart.
Silver lighted,bursting into bright flare.
How well we sit between her thighs.
Would that she would visit us again--
Taunt us once more with her silky voice
While we wile away the nothingness
As the moon and stars become one.
Yes, the dream continues...

I have sung men in three cities.
They blend into one.
They know nothing of sunlight,
So let me sing of blackened waves and dark tides.

God's blood! You mock us, woman!
You forget the chants of old--
no more warbling of strange enchantments.
We knew you once; we'll know you again--yes, all of us:
While you break your glance upon the rocks.
and curse the vileness that sought us out.
You say we are nothing.
This we know.

5 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

having ezra pound as inspiration has worked wonders.

Anonymous said...

this is not a poem, it is a song

RuKsaK said...

Oy! I'd just posted! Only kidding.

This was better than Ezra Pound. Ezra Pound was an elitist prick.

Enemy of the Republic said...

Thanks guys. I agree that Pound was a prick. But he wrote some good stuff and he wasn't afraid to work with hard poetic forms. I once had a professor who worked with Pound and always liked to brag about it--he was a prick too!

Manic Street Preacher said...

love this:
"Yet they say, Selina, the moon goddess,
once hidden between the linens,"

damn, ur vision is so real.