sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
as only dogs know how to be happy.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
— has no direction but its own bright grace
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Which alters when it alteration finds.
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake
Transfixed by glare of blue from gorgon's eye,
And pluck the droll-flecked quail where thickthey lie,
I come out of books to people orchards
turning back to the chalk of the sources
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
That having such a scope to show her pride,
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
it's raining somewhere programming flowers’
In the warm, rustling music of the hours.
Through leafy solitudes and quiet nooks
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.
The petals of the vagina unfold:
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
While men pay reverence to mighty things:
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,
yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
Author notes
syllabic. rhymed couplets with first and last single lines unrymed, but forming a couplet which may be placed at the beginning or end of the poem in any sequence of its lines ... oO!
Ode To Maize
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/8388-Pablo-Neruda-Ode-To-Maize
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
Brown And Agile Child
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/8623-Pablo-Neruda-Brown-And-Agile-Child
You are the delirious youth of bee,
A Dog Has Died
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/14384-Pablo-Neruda-A-Dog-Has-Died
as only dogs know how to be happy
Ode To Autumn
John Keats
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/4333-John-Keats-Ode-To-Autumn
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Water
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/9122-Pablo-Neruda-Water
has no direction but its own bright grace,
The Passionate Pilgrim
William Shakespeare
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/88545-William-Shakespeare-The-Passionate-Pilgrim
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Sonnet 116
William Shakespeare
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7126-William-Shakespeare-Sonnet-116---Let-me-not-to-the-marriage-of-true-minds----
Which alters when it alteration finds,Sonnet 116, Shakespeare
When I Have Fears I May Cease To Be
John Keats
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/804-John-Keats-Sonnet--When-I-Have-Fears-That-I-May-Cease-To-Be
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
I Explain A Few Things
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/11703-Pablo-Neruda-I-Explain-A-Few-Things
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
Prologue To Spring
Sylvia Plath
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/40235-Sylvia-Plath-Prologue-To-Spring
Transfixed by glare of blue from gorgon's eye;
Go Get The Goodly Squab
Sylvia Plath
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/55424-Sylvia-Plath-Go-Get-The-Goodly-Squab
And pluck thedroll-flecked quailwhere thickthey lie;
Ode To The Book
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/9117-Pablo-Neruda-Ode-To-The-Book
I come out of books to people orchards
Some Beasts
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/8270-Pablo-Neruda-Some-Beasts
turning back to the chalk of the sources.
Nothing But Death
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/13659-Pablo-Neruda-Nothing-But-Death
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Cinderella
Sylvia Plath
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/13244-Sylvia-Plath-Cinderella
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Sonnet 103
William Shakespeare
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/47837-William-Shakespeare-Sonnet-103---Alack--what-poverty-my-Muse-brings-forth-----
That having such a scope to show her pride,
Sonnet VIII
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/8573-Pablo-Neruda-Sonnet-VIII--If-your-eyes-were-not--the-color-of-the-moon
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
Its Raining In Love
Richard Brautigan
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/10562-Richard-Brautigan-It-s-Raining-In-Love
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
Wind In The Beechwoods
Siegfried Sassoon
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/12593-Siegfried-Sassoon-Wind-In-The-Beechwood
In the warm, rustling music of the hours
The Lonely God
James Stephens
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/27590-James-Stephens-The-Lonely-God
Through leafy solitudes and quiet nooks
The Queen
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/39370-Pablo-Neruda-The-Queen
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
Eloisa to Abelard
Alexander Pope
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/4632-Alexander-Pope-Eloisa-to-Abelard
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Tulips
Sylvia Plath
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/13582-Sylvia-Plath-Tulips
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.
Discovery
Richard Brautigan
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/10546-Richard-Brautigan-Discovery
The petals of the vagina unfold
Sonnet: If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d
John Keats
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/4334-John-Keats-Sonnet--If-By-Dull-Rhymes-Our-English-Must-Be-Chain-d
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
England
Thomas Baily Aldrich
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/34725-Thomas-Bailey-Aldrich-England
While men pay reverence to mighty things,
Sonnet: England in 1819
Percy Bysshe Shelley
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7404-Percy-Bysshe-Shelley-Sonnet--England-in-1819
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king --
Ode To The West Wind
Percy Bysshe Shelley
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7651-Percy-Bysshe-Shelley-Ode-to-the-West-Wind
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
A Valediction: Of Weeping
John Donne
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/615-John-Donne-A-Valediction--wbr--Of-Weeping
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
Pablo Neruda
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/11434-Pablo-Neruda-Tonight-I-Can-Write-The-Saddest-Lines
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
A contest entry
- Cento Challenge by JM Kenyon.
2400 points, ended August 15, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully written. The rhytm in this write is very consistent and the lines are well chosen for applicable content. I'm both impressed and intrigued by the rhyme scheme and structure, I 've been seeking a new challenge, and perhaps this is it
Gorgeous write.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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