Another case of literature on my mind for a few weeks now...

A piece by Ted Hughes.

    A green level of lily leaves

    Roofs the pond's chamber and paves

    The flies' furious arena: study

    These, the two minds of this lady.

    First observe the air's dragonfly

    That eats meat, that bullets by

    Or stands in space to take aim;

    Others as dangerous comb the hum

    Under the trees. There are battle-shouts

    And death-cries everywhere hereabouts

    But inaudible, so the eyes praise

    To see the colours of these flies

    Rainbow their arcs, spark, or settle

    Cooling like beads of molten metal

    Through the spectrum. Think what worse

    Is the pond-bed's matter of course;

    Prehistoric bedragoned times

    Crawl that darkness with Latin names,

    Have evolved no improvements there,

    Jaws for heads, the set stare,

    Ignorant of age as of hour-

    Now paint the long-necked lily-flower

    Which, deep in both worlds, can be still

    As a painting, trembling hardly at all

    Though the dragonfly alight,

    Whatever horror nudge her root.

posted by kantos: 874 days ago