Island
bare island flesh
on ocean bed
beautiful limbs spread
eagled under seagulls circling
spring rises to the temples
deeps of blood mead
a cooling fountain furnished
in the furious heat
a healing draught
for desire
irises gleam
mountain pools
on a bright lammas morning
cloudlands shining
in deep pupils
reeds lashes
rustling at the shore’s edge
and if I had a boat
to reach this shore
hale and sound
from top to bottom
a single plume
of reddish umber
to bring me on board
hoist the broad
filling sails thrust
through foaming seas
to come beside
to lie upon this shore
longing emerald
islanded
adapted from a translation by John Montague
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