Showing posts with label Stream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stream. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Montague's "Psychic Surgery"


PSYCHIC SURGERY

There are times when
one should be able
to pluck off one's head
like a dented or worn 
helmet, straight from
the nape and collarbone
and place it firmly down

in the bed of a flowing stream
of clear, clean, cold water
coursing and spuming through
the sour and stale compartments
of the brain, dulled eardrums,
bleared eyesockets, benumbed 
nostrils, barely open,

and then set it back again
on the base of the shoulders:
well tamped down, of course,
the laved skin and mouth,
the marble of the eyes
rinsed and ready 
for love, for prophecy.

--John Montague

(an Irish poet, another Irish poet, that I admire)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Arnold: "With Noiseless Current Strong, Obscure and Deep"



Below the surface-stream, shallow and light,
Of what we say we feel -- below the stream,
As light, of what we think we feel -- there flows
With noiseless current strong, obscure and deep,
The central stream of what we feel indeed.

--Matthew Arnold

(1869)