Paul Amrod

Gold Star - 14,090 Points (May 17th,1951 / Chateaugay, New York)

Orange Spring Devil - Poem by Paul Amrod

The Earth is awakening as each living being exudes its brilliancy.
A harmony then arises to appease the peasants as they sow their fields.
With the origins of fertility rites the nymphs graciously prance in fancy
intoxicating throngs of sentimentalists with their mysteries revealed.
Summer's triangle appears at twilight stirring the oncoming epoch
of the lyre of Orpheus whose hymns resonate with exuberancy.
The highfalutin jargon then raced away with a jam and a jeer of the intergalactic.
Then my heart was jumping and my feet were thumping
and the improvisation was quickly burning up the joint.
The rhythmical impulse blew us out of the water to a place fantastic.
So I commenced my step dancing and my devil became so entrancing
and attractively appealing enticing me to become her counterpoint.
This she-cat is my Orange Spring Devil
In her presence I will surely revel
We are nearly at the level
of exploding and boundlessly overloading.
Then we stroll through forests of lilacs hand in hand.
With this sensual aroma we will start kissing and reminiscing
April's showers as the winter's squalls led us to desert sands.
The May birds and the June bugs sing a tuneful melody
We begin our humming as the day lengthens and summer's coming
when the sunlight burns at midnight.
We are nearly at the level
of exploding and excessively overloading.
I proceed to strive while climbing
while my sultry princess starts chiming
and her bells are sounding throughout valleys and most everywhere.
I sense myself falling and helplessly snowballing into this love affair
This she-cat is my Orange Spring Devil
In her presence I will surely revel
We are nearly at the level
of exceeding the limits and it's a prerequisite
for a staggering passion in an illicit fashion.
Wondrous waves with glimmering sensation
will overwhelm our conscious with elation
arousing our internal substance sending us elsewhere
into a state of resignation consuming us with the infinite.

Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy, love and life, passion, sensual

Form: Blues Poem

Comments about Orange Spring Devil by Paul Amrod

  • Daniel Brick (1/25/2016 10:39:00 PM)

    This is a musicians' paradise, that is, one reached through the Art of Music and sustained by a totally committed performance of music. Orpheus, the son of Apollo, was already half divine and his musical exploits completed his apotheosis. So I'm assuming the events in this poem are in no way evil. In fact, the music-making, the ecstasy, the flights of wonder are all stages of man ascent of man and woman to a higher spiritual sphere. Which means
    the ORANGE SPRING DEVIL is really a necessary angel of the earth (Wallace Stevens) , and the speaker's cavorting with her is either symbolic or Edenic, that is, no sin can be attached to it. So I'm confident the poem celebrates sexuality in the same spirit as it celebrates music: it is a means to achieve a visionary experience of freedom, of a fulfillment which doesn't cloy with satiety (i.e. the wages of sin) but rather overcomes human isolation, egoism, and individual limitations. It may be more vision than reality, but it's a vision which enhances and uplifts the physical to a higher plane of being. Call it a Seventh Heaven, a Paradise Garden, a Homecoming we never expected. Amen to that.
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    Paul Amrod (1/26/2016 6:23:00 AM)

    Hi Daniel, This happens to be also a variation of a lyric for a song of the same name. Yes you can drive a woman mad with this. Thanks, Paul

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, April 21, 2017

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