Saturday, October 03, 2009

Saturday Poetry Blogging

Simple, Seldom and Sad

Simple, seldom and sad
We are;
Alone on the Halibut Hills
With sweet mad Expressions
Of old
Strangely beautiful
So we're told
By the Creatures that Move
In the sky
And Die
On the night when the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry.

Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Sensitive, seldom and sad -

Simple, seldom and sad
Are we
When we take our path
To the purple sea -
With mad, sweet Expressions
Of Yore,
Strangely beautiful,
Yea, and More
On the Night of all Nights
When the sky
Streams by
In rags, while the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry,

sensitive, seldom and sad -
sensitive, seldom and sad.

~Mervyn Peake

Picture found here.

1 comment:

Andre Ruy Lopez said...

This is probably one of my favorite poems of all time, and along with the Jabberwocky, the only one I have memorized. Thanks for sharing it.