My OperaDear Diary, Out of the book I opened today...
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Sunday, December 7, 2008 11:52:03 AM
Out of the book I opened today
came wonderful things
that swept me away
to different places,
where worlds and times
are held in forever,
created in rhymes.
Dickinson, Keats,
Eliot, Hughes
rose out of the pages
as if from a Muse.
Auden stood up,
I heard him say
"Stop all the clocks,
I am saddened today"
but I turned the page
and he turned away.
I heard Alfred Tennyson's
words from afar
as he murmured to me
"I have crossed the bar".
I read on
and others arose
from this book of
gold pages,
treasury of prose.
Abou Ben Adhem,
may his soul be blest,
arose from the pen
of Leigh Hunt at his best.
Blake's Tyger Tyger
burnt so bright
in an immortal
forest's night.
Then Invictus leapt
and set me free
out of the page
of W E Henley,
while in a midnight
forest of Ted Hughes
the Thought Fox gave
expression in his muse.
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
called out to knight-at-arms;
John Keats let me see
the glory of his poem
and its majesty.
The Donkey brought a rider
into town, while jeers
were thrown by all
the waiting throng
and Father looked
from high upon his Son,
described by G K Chesterton.
I read
of Rupert Brook,wishing for Cambridgeshire
and Granchester's nook,
musing in some corner
of a foreign field,
'The Soldier' writing
in his journal now;
"I will be found
where England rests,
beneath a field turned up
by foreign plough".
Out of the book I opened today
came wonderful things
that swept me away
to different places,
where worlds and times
are held in forever,
created in rhymes.
Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Images (c) Best Loved Poems
