Abandonment - I

To laze a little in the Afternoon To be a nightingale And sing the night To be a lizard And in night's secrecy Clutter around and The walls climb. To laze a little in The fading sunset To look at wood-trees in A pining dusk To have red cheeks a-fading As the dusk To float face upwards in The starry night To be a frog and sigh In the nocturnal mud of Desolate ponds. To be, to be…. Sweet, sweet abandonment In a rosy wood.. Sweet, sweet amidst the Twinkling briers To reap the beauty of a Night's awakening To clutch a moment In the rise of dawn To do, to do…. To see a satyr In the deep of night And seeing me See him leap Into the waters and Make circles round On the waters' breasts Without a sound…. Circle after circle… To be a nymph in a Grecian land To swim To swim Up the Aegean Near the shore Where the waves spume Against first rocks of old.. To be on a lea where First the Earth is born from The retiring sea-masses: And the first grass spouts To mix its scent with The salt of the sea In some Grecian shore and Earth it must be It must be…. To be an eagle soaring Over Earth ah! in perpetual Flight above the earth And moving dinosaurs Lush trees and tall And vegetation green To be, to be, to be… To peer amidst the Reeds of wakening Spring Hear birds pipe and In the heavens Flutter high with joy Alas! That draws heartfelt sighs! Alas! alas! So many joys there be In abandonment So many, so many! Alas! alas! They be around us And they be for free To all, no riches needed Yet we ignore, yet we ignore… And then And then to dream To hear waters incandescent Slip down the fateful Rocks and the boughs bend Over the noisy waters They prefer, these boughs A silence where to dream Of Saturn overthrown by Jove to reign fugitive over Old stalwarts; to view As in a bead flowers diverse Colors diverse in a bead Line the banks of small streams Beyond the hill as you go Up the dust from it Lies to your heart Your tongue in thirst In agony of thirst And sweat but still You trudge and trudge That's life And then And then To dream To have more moments of abandonment To close first verses as The dusk begins to rattle Day towards the night And fires swarthy the stars' light Here end I my sweet abandonment The first of more I will to come And flourish for my heart's content To come, to come…