Wine of the grey sky Wine of happiness Invisible rain Driven down You bathe me And I am refreshed: Yesterday I was in the city I stood before The new station Watching The white clouds Passing The great Hermes And flying, Flying toward Greece. I saw The fluted columns (Not ground Piece into piece But fitted with plaster) I saw the frieze Of acanthus: All that has endured Through the long days And the long, long nights And I thought Of Phidias, O wine of the grey sky, Watching As there passed Clouds White and formless -- Without word Without sign Above his Parthanon Out toward India And the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 5 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |