Octopus
I want to paint you poems full of fire,
You who I do not know.
Now my mind is tested with love which
Twists and wavers from side to side and which
Some day soon you may see...
I want you to cascade through ten thousand
Rainbows with me and dredge mountains
From the sea:
You who I now begin to know. But emotion is pent up inside,
Too scared of dying again to live,
And meanwhile I must endure your
Red-copper hair screaming like a
Water-baby black eyes stare
From my ceiling:
You who I now truly know...
Now I cannot see too clearly
And already my trellis stands bare...
How can I break free of these over clinging
Arms which entwine and enfold me?... And reach
To the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I
Tell you? I want you to see
But my own eyes are blind...
The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well...
Autor(es): Peter Hammill