Here at my hand here at my heart lie still. Will then the prince of index finger, your caduceus, Alight on my lip like a dive on a window sill Delivering in its claw the symbolic oleander? Here at my heart here at my hand lie still Till the dog-rose springs off its beds of bush To run in circles leaping at your heel, And nature, happy, curls up at your kiss. Lie still, lie still, here at my heart lie still Sleeping like thunderheads. Be over me dominant So I shall sleep as the river sleeps under the hill Kissing the foot and giving back the element. Here at my hand lie still; lie still at my heart. Sesame is on his tongue and the unicorn rages Round the abdominal amphitheatre. I hear His double engines drumming up the passages O till his cumulus, over the angry bed Arching, is rainbows. Volplane my bomber Shuttling silver through the night I bride; He spins his disc of kisses in my slumber. And I lie still in heart and hand lie still, All the streamers of welcome flaunting in my marrow And flares I lift my arms are, because he will Come down alighting on my bed like a meadow. Then here in my heart he lies as dark as pillage Where in my arms I hold The murderer who, Samsoning up my five pillars, Lies quiet now, for here at my heart I fold him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY A HOLIDAY by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |