Poem Meme
(nicked from raventhorne and genkadin , and apparently consisting of posting whatever poem happens to come to mind for the pure enjoyment of it. Sounds good to me. I memorized this one a long, long time ago.)
Pan
Should the raven catch your hair and seat a king of scarlet
Upon the heart's steep stair--
Then oh, what sights will you see there:
A breaking of the crystal under a dark green glare.
A dark green glare from eyes on fire,
From pools of deepest amber...
Circle your castle 'round with briar;
Still, Pan will find your chamber.
(Fill it to the brim, don't say when,
Drink your fill and drink again,
Hear the ocean roaring:
Fill it to the brim, don't say when--
It's Pan that keeps on pouring.)
Walnut hands, the eyes of a bear... He who seeks his sorrows out
May find the lion's share.
With selfsame breath he tempts and warns
(the fire that keeps the chill at bay is the very flame that burns)
The flame that burns, the song that slays
When you hear what it is saying--!
Let Panic chase us through the maze
But Pan is only playing!
(Fill it to the brim, don't say when,
Drink your fill and drink again,
Hear the ocean roaring:
Fill it to the brim, don't say when--
It's Pan that keeps on pouring.)
Dark watcher with tangle brows puts his finger to his lips:
Let's hear no more of vows, of promises we'll never keep,
Nor of the secret dream
That slips away as we rise from sleep.
As we rise from sleep-- as we rub our eyes
And set the salt tears falling
You can cover your ears to drown his cries,
But Pan just keeps on calling.....
--Starhawk, from "The Spiral Dance"
Pan
Should the raven catch your hair and seat a king of scarlet
Upon the heart's steep stair--
Then oh, what sights will you see there:
A breaking of the crystal under a dark green glare.
A dark green glare from eyes on fire,
From pools of deepest amber...
Circle your castle 'round with briar;
Still, Pan will find your chamber.
(Fill it to the brim, don't say when,
Drink your fill and drink again,
Hear the ocean roaring:
Fill it to the brim, don't say when--
It's Pan that keeps on pouring.)
Walnut hands, the eyes of a bear... He who seeks his sorrows out
May find the lion's share.
With selfsame breath he tempts and warns
(the fire that keeps the chill at bay is the very flame that burns)
The flame that burns, the song that slays
When you hear what it is saying--!
Let Panic chase us through the maze
But Pan is only playing!
(Fill it to the brim, don't say when,
Drink your fill and drink again,
Hear the ocean roaring:
Fill it to the brim, don't say when--
It's Pan that keeps on pouring.)
Dark watcher with tangle brows puts his finger to his lips:
Let's hear no more of vows, of promises we'll never keep,
Nor of the secret dream
That slips away as we rise from sleep.
As we rise from sleep-- as we rub our eyes
And set the salt tears falling
You can cover your ears to drown his cries,
But Pan just keeps on calling.....
--Starhawk, from "The Spiral Dance"