I cannot wait until hallucination With soft impasta fix the deadly hues, The greens equivocal and deceptive blues Into some rare impervious enamel Borne on the ancient route from land to land Together with the amber, silk and musk From peak to frozen peak in olden dusk By the forlorn, the slow, eternal camel Crossing primeval desert's blackened sand. Cluttered with rich antiquities the soft veiled past Encroaches ever on the world's confusion, Though noisy imminence drive away illusion And cheapen solitude and shatter peace With daily, shallow, smug reiteration Where all is deadly real, and since things cease And other things displace them, truths will last To serve him who enslaves imagination. Pastures supernal where the wild myths browse Who bear no common shape, no childish fate, No hell nor heaven, no color and no weight, But float as clouds dissolving through the mind, Creative with ethereal indecision, Nothing there where something was, a meadow Beneath the earth, or breaking from the shadow, Bearing the seal of art, mature and kind, In beauty wrought, or in the sky, a vision. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. HEMANS by MARIA ABDY THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TRANSITION by MIRIAM BARRANGER EPITAPH ON ONE DROWNED IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |