Splendour
of metal, frozen out of light
and
fire, was hidden in mysterious salt:
in
water, as suspended fluid caught,
all
colour’s as if drained and lost from sight;
till
sacred world-law’s rhythm can unfold,
and
in the glass a springtime starts to dawn:
in
gleaming resurrection it’s reborn,
as
silver poplar and as beech of gold.
In
what are tiny grains of memory
graces
of sound and line are fixed and stacked
unseen in crystal form own laws impose:
dissolving
them in its mobility,
the
mind waits for its deepest force to act –
quietly
a wood of gleaming sonnets grows.
Certain metallic salts are invisible when they
dissolve, but they can subsequently crystallise out in the form of slowly
branching, colourful trees. Similarly, the images of memory are stored unseen
in the mind of the poet until they acquire their gleaming form in his poems.
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