Jan 2019
"...IN THE DEPTHS OF ETERNITY..."
the sea was trees
as if trees had awoken
from a dream that they were sea
great waves of trees
rose up...rose up
like forests walking
they the sea trees
"thousands deep on every hand"
the poet holding them in his mind
the clouds too
were a sea in storm
the moon drowned
Edward Thomas
H.D. and me
trying to contain the sea
in words
ha ha
mere words
the sea was trees
as if trees had awoken
from a dream that they were sea
great waves of trees
rose up...rose up
like forests walking
they the sea trees
"thousands deep on every hand"
the poet holding them in his mind
the clouds too
were a sea in storm
the moon drowned
Edward Thomas
H.D. and me
trying to contain the sea
in words
ha ha
mere words
***
Hilda Doolittle's fabulous OREAD much much loved by me from childhood...I have often quoted it to the sea itself in Malta or Ireland in an attempt the calm the frightened sea...it usually succeeded and just as usually did not! Some seas were pleased to hear the poem...others wanted to maintain their mystery.
The title and quote comes from letters by Edward Thomas in THE ANNOTATED COLLECTED POEMS.
"I fell into a deep sleep; and in my sleep I had a dream...a great forest hung round about. The might of its infinite silence and repose, indeed, never ceased to weigh upon me in my dream. I could hear sounds: they were leagues away. The trees...must be thousands deep on every hand."
Edward Thomas
OREAD
by H. D.
Whirl up, sea—
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.
Hilda Doolittle's fabulous OREAD much much loved by me from childhood...I have often quoted it to the sea itself in Malta or Ireland in an attempt the calm the frightened sea...it usually succeeded and just as usually did not! Some seas were pleased to hear the poem...others wanted to maintain their mystery.
The title and quote comes from letters by Edward Thomas in THE ANNOTATED COLLECTED POEMS.
"I fell into a deep sleep; and in my sleep I had a dream...a great forest hung round about. The might of its infinite silence and repose, indeed, never ceased to weigh upon me in my dream. I could hear sounds: they were leagues away. The trees...must be thousands deep on every hand."
Edward Thomas
OREAD
by H. D.
Whirl up, sea—
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.
