Donald Revell


 


Lullay My Liking


One cloud
One all alone upright
As one bright-harnessed angel
Breasting the New Year’s wind
Was leading me
He said aloud
“Duty is horror”

Lullay my liking
Lay your body down
One thousand fifty palms
One thousand one hundred and fifty Maids of Orleans
What I mean to say is that I know
Duty is horror

I have a thing in my breast
A child from impulse
A forest on whose skirt
Is not the earth
A redbird
God give him bright-harness
When he is born when he is dead




© 2008 Electronic Poetry Review