Haunting Nights By Garden Scents Comments

There is a wonderful pagan spirit flowing through this poem with all of the sensuous details of these demigods of the natural world. This array of gods and goddesses must be older and freer than the twelve Olympians whom you ignore in this evocation of divinity WITHIN, not above NATURE. You begin with some long shots of the sky, sea and land and then come in close for the perhaps shy creatures, satyrs and naked nymphs - well, I guess they're not so shy when they populate the forest at night. In one of his ODES John Keats sees a satyr and nymph asleep in each other's arms - they have NOT awakened to the new day when the place belong to human beings. When they do wake up they rush into hiding - until the night gives the forest back to them.