Incantation
A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.
A white rose
Black brambles hood;
Smooth bright snows
In a dark wood.
A flung white glove
In a dark fight;
A white dove
On a wild black night.
A white door
In a dark lane;
A bright core
To bitter black pain.
A white hand
Waved from dark walls;
In a burnt black land
Bright waterfalls.
A bright spark
Where black ashes are;
In the smothering dark
One white star.
(2 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5)Related poetry:
- Incantation Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can […]...
- An Incantation Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from […]...
- The Incantation Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice […]...
- Distance Were you to cross the world, my dear, To work or love or fight, I could be calm and wistful […]...
- Paradise Seed Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders? From […]...
- The Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in […]...
- Black On Black Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging Hands Incise the night. […]...
- Unlyric Love Song It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first: To offer you now at last my least […]...
- Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless […]...
- AN ODE TO MY JAILED FRIEND Unmasked – The spirits’ face is a black hole Swallowing the celestial beauty Of the stars. Caged – The sentinel […]...
- Liaison A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, Star-spiders spinning their thread Hang high suspended, withouten respite Watching […]...
- And They Obey SMASH down the cities. Knock the walls to pieces. Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses And homes Into loose piles […]...
- Earthfast Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock, Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor […]...
- While History's Muse While History’s Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, Beside her the Genius […]...
- The Lane Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges […]...
- Prophecy I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and […]...
- On Pain Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses Your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must […]...
- The Grey Monk “I die, I die!” the Mother said, “My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant […]...
- Cassandra O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, What bitter thing is this? What shaft, tearing my heart? What scar, what […]...
- A Rusty Nail I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand […]...
- I Knew A Man By Sight I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door, […]...
- Every Man Should have a Rifle So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions “over yonder” of the […]...
- The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01: As evening falls As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten […]...
- Take Back the Virgin Page Written on Returning a Blank Book Take back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Some hand, more calm and […]...
- St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on […]...
- Sonnet FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls […]...
- Waves I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold. […]...
- Poet's Path My garden hath a slender path With ivy overgrown, A secret place where once would pace A pot all alone; […]...
- The Lost Mistress All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter About your […]...
- Casualty I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, […]...
- Man Child All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand […]...
- It Is Later Than You Think Lone amid the cafe’s cheer, Sad of heart am I to-night; Dolefully I drink my beer, But no single line […]...
- Winter Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings […]...
- Adoption Because I was a woman lone And had of friends so few, I made two little ones my own, Whose […]...
- My Country My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running […]...
- Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I […]...
- After Auschwitz Anger, As black as a hook, Overtakes me. Each day, Each Nazi Took, at 8:00 A. M., a baby And […]...
- Death In The Arctic I I took the clock down from the shelf; “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myself.” It lacked a minute […]...
- The Room Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room […]...
- The Plains A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and […]...