Sound prismed in jet globules were encased Within the bounds of a long sarcophagus Of lines and spaces by a mind that raced Beyond the close confines which limit us Of mortal stature. Sound like this once sealed In hieroglyphics such as these are dead Until ten fleshly tapers draw revealed And lambent glories from their legend. Bled Of earthiness those fingers resurrect That finer life wherein the senses live In harmony with Titan intellect Extracting all that either one may give. -- Clairvoyant beauties scintillate and weave Pellucid immortality ears conceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BODY AND SOUL: A METAPHYSICAL ARGUMENT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |