Death and the Magician
Jan 23rd, 2012 | By simon7banks | Category: Poetry | 58 viewsOne day the magician came to me and said,
The fish are leaping in the yellow stream
The oak has turned into an acorn small
And I saw Death in dream.
And I saw Death in dream, he said,
And Death was very kind
He showed me where the roses grow
Though I’m old and blind.
I’m old and blind and lame, he said,
The sea is out of sight
The shell is empty on the shelf
Through the woken night.
The night is all around, he said,
It closes hour by hour
The voices make me fear, my friend,
Should a proud man cower?
But should a proud man cower, my friend,
I think perhaps he should
The wine is turning sour, my friend,
But the bread is good.
The bread of death is good, my friend,
The bread of life is fine
And now I’ve understood, my friend,
Will the starlight shine?
And will the starlight shine, my friend,
And will the starlight shine?
Now let us touch the vine, my friend,
And we will drink the wine.
Simon Banks
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About simon7banks: I'm an Englishman with a bit of Welsh and living in Essex on the English East coast. I studied History at Cambridge but/and was always interested in poetry and fantasy. I'm a watcher of birds and dragonflies, a long-distance walker and environmentalist. Like most vaguely literary people I wrote poems up to some time in my twenties and started again after I spent the night on Cader Idris, of which the myth is that anyone doing that will be either mad or a poet. A year or so later there was a competition at work to write a poem for Halloween, I submitted one on my night on the Welsh mountain, I won, and I started writing poems again! |
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