Bay leaves fall onto my outdoor cocktail table; the sun sidles up to her lover, Fall. He’s still standoffish, waiting and plotting for the days to shorten, waiting for the yellow jackets to go home, the burning afternoons to chill, the begonias to drop their orange flowers in resignation of the coming West Wind, Zephyr.
I’ve been reading Harold Bloom’s Stories and Poems for Extremely Intelligent Children of All Ages and thought to offer you all this summer poem, as She leaves us to contemplate Fall.
If you read it once and the images confound you, then try reading the first clause alone, and then start the next clause mid-line. It will make sense! For example,
I saw a peacock. With a fiery tail, I saw a blazing comet. Drop down hail I saw a cloud…and so on…the wonders of language!
I Saw a Peacock with a Fiery Tail
I saw a peacock, with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet, drop down hail
I saw a cloud, wrapped with ivy round
I saw an oak creep, upon the ground
I saw a pismire, swallow up a whale
I saw the sea, brimful of ale
I saw a Venice glass, full fifteen feet deep
I saw a well, full of men’s tears that weep
I saw red eyes, all of a flaming fire
I saw a house, bigger than the moon and higher
I saw the sun, at twelve o’clock at night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.