You came down from the mountains
You came down from the mountains
red steps of the great temples
you travelled the world
with the haughty silhouette
of a Prometheus
chained standing
you went toward the island
hemmed with Brussels lace
and with clashing ermines
of flowing luxury.
The girl of Irish velvet
and of elsewhere
lying on skins of lions
tigers and boredom
killed by her father
listened on the woods of the islands
for the step of the one
who would make her life resonate
and would rig up the full sails
of the adventurers in gold and steel.
Once in a while the sea-green wind
bent the rushes
in the dark places.
-Marcelle Ferry
Posted 1 year ago with NotesTags: mountain marcelle ferry surrealist love poems surrealism poetry
