Peter Russell Poems

Grass is growing on the moon
And dew is falling from the grass
Drought dries the earth, but soon
Will pass
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In the deep valley
Dew drops from heaven
In the brain and belly
The paths shall be even
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In the castle cats are singing
Frogs discoursing in the well
Crows reciting verses
While the drunkard rings the bell.
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Temple of womb and dolphin
Delphi of Muse and mice
Cypress and pin-cone - sunlight!
- And the Greek guards playing dice.
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Blind Homer, sniggered at by the ignorant soldiery
Invented Olympus, propped among the mules;
And Greece exploded into golden flames, and Europe
Slowly grew out of his long hexameters.
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She wanders through the streets at night,
A prostitute perhaps or saint -
Resplendent when the moon is bright,
Mysterious when it's faint.
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Never by lightning struck
The lovely lady Laurel stands -
Poets alone that green may pluck
And hold her Wisdom in their hands
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Sea-foam, flower of prolific ocean -
Mnemosyne…
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Rainy tears - so much love -
Your hair, a waterfall;
The sky, the ceiling and the stars above
Seem about to fall.
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I lay in fetters linked with bronze,
I begged a gift of the White Dove,
The silver chains that bind the swans,
The golden chain that binds my Love.
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