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Thursday, September 29, 2005



Sweet love
I lie dreaming of you
dreams of azalea and roses
southwinds
your arms enfolding me
lilies of the field
all rose in earnest
the dark heart
memory
Adam and Eve
in the kingdom of the blessed.

Whose torch burnt the brown away
for the dove's walking
O darling of lost yesteryears
and sighing songs in courida groves
white birds
you left jet traces on the sands
in chariot of waves
lions draw me through the pink night
blade and aspen.

And I lie down under linden branches
by the waters of Demerara
in cisterns of joy
eating the bread of night
drinking the wine of palmnuts
grapes of dreams.

Who kneads the opal wheat
in forms of clay.

Dearest love
in my heart I would lie dreaming of you
christus, master
child
child of gentle breezes and pinecrests
a psalm of psalms to thee
I would sing thee praises
a paean of citron and quicksilver
silk, sword and alabaster
from the winds of night.

Orgasms of lightning
delight of night.

The sun, yellowing orange,
falling from night tree to dayground
cherry blossoms
faunskin and thyrsus
and all hush, peace and still
in the arms of the god I lie
gently sleeping the dream of heaven
and the naked earth
brush of feathers rush all over
pomegranate.

O heart
memory
beyond ancestors the hall brightly singing
spears and rocks break in amphor of waters
months of lightning and thunder sing
the hym of breezes upon mountains and plains
rivers crying like wild birds
in forests and sky.

I hear thee world, O cranesong,
humming all green and read acanthus
in ten million lights.

And oh, my bronzed sealeaves
your gates opening upon threshold
of suns and nights

(Kenneth Taharally in

A Treasury of Guyanese Poetry)


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