Dream Two

I am the gate toward the sea: O sailor men, pass out from me!
I hear you high on Lebanon, singing the marvels of the sea.
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent- haunted sea,
The snow-besprinkled wine of earth, the white-and-blue-flower foaming sea.

Beyond the sea are towns with towers, carved with lions and lily flowers,
And not a soul in all those lonely streets to while away the hours.
Beyond the towns, an isle where, bound, a naked giant bites the ground:
The shadow of a monstrous wing looms on his back: and still no sound.

Beyond the isle a rock that screams like madmen shouting in their dreams,
From whose dark issues night and day blood crashes in a thousand streams.
Beyond the rock is Restful Bay, where no wind breathes or ripple stirs,
And there on Roman ships, they say, stand rows of metal mariners.

Beyond the bay in utmost West old Solomon the Jewish King
Sits with his beard upon his breast, and grips and guards his magic ring:
And when that ring is stolen, he will rise in outraged majesty,
And take the World upon his back, and fling the World beyond the sea.

~ The Gates of Damascus, James Elroy Flecker

  1. September 30th, 2007
  2. October 7th, 2007
  3. October 14th, 2007
  4. November 4th, 2007
  5. November 11th, 2007
  6. November 18th, 2007
  7. December 2nd, 2007
  8. December 9th, 2007
  9. January 20th, 2008
  10. January 27th, 2008
  11. February 3rd, 2008
  12. February 10th, 2008
  13. February 17th, 2008
  14. March 9th, 2008
  15. March 30th, 2008
  16. April 6th, 2008
  17. April 13th, 2008