The Poetry of Ellin Anderson

LORELEI

Ellin Anderson
 

Strange wits are mine, and I am most at home
Within the compass of both land and sea,
One golden standard swept against the foam,
While snowy terns wheel down to look at me,

And silver minnows watch me rise and fall,
And hear my seaborne heart within the crest
Of one clear wave, repeated over all
The wider world, forever chasing rest;

Until an eight-legged gaggle comes to grab
A gleaming feather in its tawny hand,
And shrieks to find the wing and, like a crab,
Retreats from the dead seagull in the sand

Oh, beast with shallow breath, don't run away;
Life conjures death, the rest is only play.
 

2008 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
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Bloodroot
Dream
Young Barret O'Bara
Seabrook
Tiger and Blue Jewel

Winter's Hill
Maple-Key Song
November in Camelot

Wassail Song
Veleda
Cinderella
The Rooster at Midsummer
Liberty Enlightens the People

The Leap
The Goldfinch
Three Bears
Song of the Lily
White Tree at Twilight
The Christmas Tree

Song-Sparrow
Grand Bois du Nord
The Owl
Moth Summer
Verticordia
The Little God of Joy
Pear-Petals
Photographing the Moon
A Rabbit
Rose, Do You Know
The Two Pining Bachelors
Persephone

Avalon
The Harvest Chorus
The Maple Mask
Ghost Cardinal

The Little Heath-Rose
Found
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Song for the Harp

The Spinner
 
The Prayer of Cephalus
Circe and Ulysses
The Black Arts
Tristan and Isolde & Jupiter's Two Casks
Nectanebus

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