japonisme: the wave, part IV

11 April 2008

the wave, part IV


Haze of wave spume
towards Small Point,

Seguin Island Light like
a whale's spout--

maybe life washes itself here,
cools off.

It never comes clean.
See all the sails up

and full in the windy parade of skin
and sand and brine.
Soon the rocks will pluck

each wave's feathers.
Soon the beach

like the moon, waning,
will be 1/8th its size.

somewhere else --
maybe Ireland -- the tide

will bottom out then.

For now the sun
blesses the bodies at home in theirs,
and those less so,
to ruin and ruin's aftermath --

whatever that is --
and the waves rolling in,

little snowplows,
nimbus in miniature; how

the beach fishhooks east,
one child --
is that mine,
or some spirit I was one more

usher of? -- face up, arms and legs
scraping a temporary angel in the sand.

© 2008 Thorpe Moeckel


I know only the bare
rocks of today.
In these lies my brown sea-weed,—
green quartz veins bent through the wet shale;
in these lie my pools left by the tide—
quiet, forgetting waves;
on these stiffen white star fish
on these I slip barefooted!

Whispers of the fishy air touch my body;
Sisters, I say to them.

© 2008 William Carlos Williams


Light takes new attribute

and yet his old

he shows his splendour
in a little room;
he says to us,
be glad
and laugh, be gay;

waves sparkle and delight
the weary eyes
that never saw the sun fall in the sea
nor the bright
Pleiads rise.

© 2008 H.D.


What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise?
Will we not rather, when our freedom's won,
Get us to some clear place wherein the sun
Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves
A liquid glory? If at Sirmio,
My soul, I meet thee,
when this life's outrun,

Will we not find some
headland consecrated

By aery apostles of
terrene delight,

Will not our cult be founded
on the waves,
Clear sapphire, cobalt, cyanine,

On triune azures,
the impalpable

Mirrors unstill of the eternal change?

Soul, if She meet us there,
will any rumour
Of havens more high
and courts desirable
Lure us beyond
the cloudy peak of Riva?

© 2008 Ezra Pound

(not the first time the wave has shown up here -- check it out -- this time inspired by quiche's fascination with it.)

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Blogger Quiche said...

Found it! I don't know how I missed this one when you first posted it. I must have been in my Inkscape world or music. Lovely! I am fascinated too with how motifs from nature, Asian and elsewhere, and certainly cross cultural, in the world have evolved and morphed into abstract forms, sometimes barely discernable from their natural forms, and have crossed cultures, and spilling into popular culture. Love too the Ezra Pound poem, as if he were peering at the same images. Glad my oddball fascination inspired this (:

03 May, 2008 13:28  

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