Lady Love by George Elliott Clarke
So, my 12 to 15 page paper is on George Elliott Clarke and why he should be studied as part of the intellectual Canadian Landscape. I just found this poem which further proves his greatness. I love it.
Lady Love:
She is washing in from the revolving sea
Just like any piece of flotsam or slave.
I shall comb the shore and salvage her,
Scavenging in the silken sand
As if she were a treasure to plunder.
Her heart: a note in a bottle
That never reaches shore.
She touches me with shadows shapeless,
Conforms to my flesh,
Colours my every drifting dream.
There is hasting some never-ending waltz,
And it will be of dream boats with tidal waves.
-George Elliott Clarke from Saltwater Spirituals and Deeper Blues
Lady Love:
She is washing in from the revolving sea
Just like any piece of flotsam or slave.
I shall comb the shore and salvage her,
Scavenging in the silken sand
As if she were a treasure to plunder.
Her heart: a note in a bottle
That never reaches shore.
She touches me with shadows shapeless,
Conforms to my flesh,
Colours my every drifting dream.
There is hasting some never-ending waltz,
And it will be of dream boats with tidal waves.
-George Elliott Clarke from Saltwater Spirituals and Deeper Blues