Thursday, 29 April 2010
The Thursday Poem
Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras
Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,
Are you a drift Sargasso, where the West
In halcyon clam rebuilds her fatal nest?
Or Delos of a coming Sun-God's race?
Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in place,
Or but a Will o' Wisp on marshy quest?
A new demesne for Mammon to infest?
Or lurks millennial Eden 'neath your face?
The cenotaphs of species dead elsewhere
That in your limits leap and swim and fly,
Or trail uncanny harp-strings from your trees,
Mix omens with the auguries that dare
To plant the Cross upon your forehead sky,
A virgin helpmate Ocean at your knees.
(11th April 1866 - 1st September 1953)
from the book: Poem for the Day One