Tag Archives: Muse

YOU TOUCHED ME

Life’s joy-filled celebrations humanise our animal ways, For they draw us back to a basic community of silence Where inhibitions and egos fall away and we once again: …………….Live fully immersed in the otherness of others; …………….Regain harmony in her … Continue reading

Posted in David Scanlon, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

DIVIDED WE STAND

Divided we stand together, Unable and unwilling to breach Our walls and bring to life All that is – all that we are.

Posted in David Scanlon, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Can you imagine that blessed time, Just before our dawn light, when, For the first time, her magic appeared; Radiant yet translucently uttered.

Posted in David Scanlon, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

THE POETS

From room to hallway the candles passing glare is extinguished. She floats on imprinted dances, but in her fullest shape she is no longer there in the starless night of our blue-black branches. It’s time, we must leave – as … Continue reading

Posted in David Scanlon (Translations), Poetry, Translation, Vladimir Nabokov | Tagged , , , , , , , | Comments Off on THE POETS

SONG OF THE STILL GARDENER

What you didn’t suspect was she lives trembling in the air. In a treasury of the day which you scarcely touch. Moments come and go laden with no one to look at them.

Posted in David Scanlon (Translations), Federico García Lorca, Poetry, Translation | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment