A spell to bind me
From under the spread of the olive tree
its sturdy limbs’ fine canopy
the world reduced to greens and blues
skies and oceans cooler hues
I thought of Marvell’s luscious ode
of green on green in mystic mode
annihilating, as he wrote, all that’s made
to a green thought in a green shade
and understood the poet’s meaning
when all the world’s a dream of greening.
Between the earth and thrush egg sky
heedless poised to float or fly
midsummer bliss a solstice gift
a spell to bind me as I drift
July 3rd 2022, Hounoux, on reading Marvell and Charles Causely
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