Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOUR CAPRI IMPROMPTUS, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet as the furze flower fainting in the noon heat Last Line: But not less quickly withered? Subject(s): Flowers; Sea; Ocean | ||||||||
I Sweet as the furze flower fainting in the noon heat, The yellow furze flower tufted in a cliff above the ocean, Floating its too sweet perfume over the peacock waters And weakening the diving swallows half down the air -- So sweet, so weakening the breath of you comes to me, beloved, When I lean over you, or even, even when I dream of you, my flower. II Mournful and miraculous beauty bathes the sea When the rose-misted sun melts out And for one perfect moment -- While two swallows can eddy and plunge their white breasts From the cliff-crest to the beach -- The waters are misty rose for infinite miles Save for the silver chariot tracks of the winds; Curving and leading nowhere and always silver, But edged, how strangely, with keen victorious green. III Just over the gray cliffs In the blue brumal air Glistens a faint unwilling Hesper, His curls bound with a fillet of white fire. Along the sky his steps seem slow Like a young sulky god's, So I should see him as he stands a moment Dreamily on the cliff top, between the two twisted stone-pines. There he may pause and watch the blue lilies of the twilight Like sleep-flowers on the fields of the still sea, Blue-gray like sleep-flowers on the mountain flanks And the coves of the unwindy coming night. There I have stood on other evenings Watching a long time the lonely twilight. But the young Hesper has no heart to look. Barely I saw his silver instep touch the top And he was gone -- Running, running, not pausing for a glance, Down the dark other side of the sheep-strewn cliff. He is no shepherd: He had no tawny wisp of net over his arm, No net to cast in the foam-flowered breakers from the beach Like a fisher-boy. I think he has some love far down on the titled side in the darkness To whom he hurries -- A nymph perhaps, maybe another star With floating hair and a girl's silver body. Surely with such a single amorous haste Before the night is over, Even before the Pleiads tremble up, He will be with her, Lying, I dare say, greedily, The sweat-beads pearling still the curve of his shoulders And his breast still heaving. IV I shall bring you blue morning-glories ribbed with purple Or hazy-blue plumbago flowers. But they will not please you: they have no perfume. Shall I search higher and twitch a spray of golden gorse? The bees cannot leave it And it is sweeter and more golden than their honey. Or I know a cleft above the sapphire ocean Where grows one shoot of the wild oleander. Its fiowers are crimson pink: Some say it is Adonis' blood that they are dipped in, Others, more rightly, Aphrodite's own. And their perfume when full open in the noon heats Has often made a passing dryad drowsy. Pan never nears their shadow except on tiptoe -- He has made lucky finds in their sleeping shade. But you -- none of these will content you, Neither the blue morning-glories Nor ash-blue clusters of plumbago Nor gorse that is golden yellow Nor blood-rose oleanders. How shall I hope that my heart shall please you Which is less lovely than these But not less quickly withered? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY |
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