The Idlers
The sun's red pulses beat,
Full prodigal of heat,
Full lavish of its lustre unrepressed;
But we have drifted far
From where his kisses are,
And in this landward-lying shade we let our paddles rest.
The river, deep and still,
The maple-mantled hill,
The little yellow beach whereon we lie,
The puffs of heated breeze,
All sweetly whisper – These
Are days that only come in a Canadian July.
So, silently we two
Lounge in our still canoe,
Nor fate, nor fortune matters to us now:
So long as we alone
May call this dream our own,
The breeze may die, the sail may droop, we care not when or how.
Against the thwart, near by,
Inactively you lie,
And all too near my arm your temple bends.
Your indolently crude,
Abandoned attitude,
Is one of ease and art, in which a perfect languor blends.
Your costume, loose and light,
Leaves unconcealed your might
Of muscle, half suspected, half defined;
And falling well aside,
Your vesture opens wide,
Above your splendid sunburnt throat that pulses unconfined.
With easy unreserve,
Across the gunwale's curve,
Your arm superb is lying, brown and bare;
Your hand just touches mine
With import firm and fine,
(I kiss the very wind that blows about your tumbled hair).
Ah! Dear, I am unwise
In echoing your eyes
Whene'er they leave their far-off gaze, and turn
To melt and blur my sight;
For every other light
Is servile to your cloud-grey eyes, wherein cloud shadows burn.
But once the silence breaks,
But once your ardour wakes
To words that humanize this lotus-land;
So perfect and complete
Those burning words and sweet,
So perfect is the single kiss your lips lay on my hand.
The paddles lie disused,
The fitful breeze abused,
Has dropped to slumber, with no after-blow;
And hearts will pay the cost,
For you and I have lost
More than the homeward blowing wind that died an hour ago.
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Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) (1861-1913)
from The White Wampum, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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Canoeing on the Upper Tomoka, Florida (postcard), 1905. Wikimedia Commons.
Such an interesting syllable count for each 6 line/sestet stanza: 6/6/10/6/6/14... every stanza without fail; well done. I am interested in syllable count, syllabic poetry, as I have a desire to employ this. And I admire poets who are bold and use this to create rhythm. I will make a note of this syllable count and would love to give it a go, pending inspiration. While noting rhyme scheme for the first time I had to use AA & BB after reaching 'Z'. Learnt you then use 'AA' 'BB' 'CC' etc.
ReplyDeleteI read that Pauline Johnson was the first Native poet to have her work published in Canada. That she was the daughter of a Mohawk Native-Canadian and an English mother. That she, Pauline Johnson, used the Mohawk name "Tekahionwake".
Thank you George Dance. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
Such an interesting syllable count for each 6 line/sestet stanza: 6/6/10/6/6/14... every stanza without fail; well done. I am interested in syllable count, syllabic poetry, as I have a desire to employ this. And I admire poets who are bold and use this to create rhythm. I will make a note of this syllable count and would love to give it a go, pending inspiration. While noting rhyme scheme for the first time I had to use AA & BB after reaching 'Z'. Learnt you then use 'AA' 'BB' 'CC' etc.
ReplyDeleteI read that Pauline Johnson was the first Native poet to have her work published in Canada. That she was the daughter of a Mohawk Native-Canadian and an English mother. That she, Pauline Johnson, used the Mohawk name "Tekahionwake".
Thank you George Dance. 💟💟💟💟💟💟