Poems - JP Melville

The Moon 29 november 1982 jpmelville On a broad hillside covered smoothly with snow Strewn myriads of her diamonds sparkled before open night. Her deep woods by, quiet, occasionally coldly crackling Through the sharp clarity of her lucid voice, open night. She spoke without words in wild night. I drew her breath pure in wild night. With awe I received her fair touch in wild night. Cold to my skin, in wild night. Washed in the light of her pale beauty’s grace, Alone in heavy boots and long woolen coat I and the hills about me stood, still, Her calling through the silence, night, To hers sheening, mine reddened by frost I lifted my face, Heart pounding blood, eyes moist with warm tears, in silence, Night. What words spoken she shares at night When I stand alone in her wilds Others before me have known But I am not jealous For I have understood In silence Night.

A Plastic Toy jp melville I note for a moment how the rain falls gently on the earth. I only have a moment, because, like so many I know - my friends, my family, those in passing in this world in which I live - I will soon be busy with commitments, general matters of consequence. It is morning, early, all night the rain has fallen, the sky deep grey. A moist breeze slides in the window of my studio cools my naked skin for I am shirtless, and now rain pitters on the leaves of the trees. There is a soft shush as the raindrops sink into the fields. A gust of wind, hmmm, scatters the papers on my desk, some wet comes in too, but I don't mind, dawn caressing me, why worry about dampness on my floor. The season is summer. For us that means days of heat, days of sunshine, days of rain, these months have seen good balance. Now this gentle rain, d...