Hi Arthur,
I keep smiling when I read this...
And I'm intruiged by the tulips! They must have significance - but I don't
know what they infer...
It's a fine loud poem - but (a small but, but a but none the less!) I'm not
happy with the word "vale" - sounds like a poeticism to me... (OK, I know
it's sounds are echoes loudly in the next line - but that echo's highlighted
too much IMO! It makes "vale" sound even more poetick!
And "the perfume of the garden..." There was a book called The Perfumed
Garden, a kind of Karma Sutra kind of book. I don't know if anyone else has
heard of it? I'm certainly reminded of it!
Bob
>From: Arthur Seeley <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New Sub: Evocation.
>Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 08:33:17 -0000
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>Happy Solstice to all you pagans out there. Arthur.
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>Evocation
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>Fingers traced the wedge-pocked clay,
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>lips shaped the passing words:
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>"Beloved mother, hear me.
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>My blind eyes ache
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>to see again the rose unfold,
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>the swallows carve summer
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>out of the golden air above the fields,
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>light dance across the Mother of all rivers,
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>the lion shake his ragged mane."
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>"Hear me, Ishtar, morning and evening star,
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>my stopped ears yearn
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>for the song of frogs before rain,
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>the stir of crickets in the grass,
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>the sneeze of cymbals at the temple gate,
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>the ululations of mourners and the bells at birth,
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>ought but this swarming silence
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>and the stones heavy upon me."
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>"Call me into the vale again,
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>assail me with life and sorrow,
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>bring me to pain and breath,
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>the inseparables.
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>Call me into the perfumes of the garden,
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>to know again the kiss of silk and sand,
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>the sweetness of pomegranates,
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>the fires of wine, the rages of love.
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>Grant me this
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>and I will sing you hymns
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>to tumble stars."
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>He drew the cloth over the tablet,
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>covered the rippled wedges of cuneiform.
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>The low winter sun shone long through the great windows,
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>flared along the polished tables, chairs and floor.
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>Deep in the cold earth
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>a tulip quickened.
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