Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Entering the Cave (pt 2)


Kendrick Smithyman

Guides ask for silence, and have
no difficulty in getting their parties
to go quiet. At a dollar a head, nations
file underground. All shapes of age bow
their heads, step carefully after.
Go deep, go down to silence.

Bridal Chamber, and Cathedral,
play of fancy which wants to discover
limestone making metaphors, shadow likenesses
and shadow play. Here is Dog, there is
Camel. We call this the Modern Art
, but go down
further, one more, a couple more flights.
A boat at a landing stage idles,
another will carry us, silently
animated through the grotto
where cannibal worms hunt, breed, age,
consume their partners, are consumed.

How this would have pleased Coleridge,
riding a verbless river, the dome,
darkness, glowworm haven
generously imitating, freely outdoing, stars.

I have been here before, without words.
After their climax of love people lie thus,
as though drifting dark waters, caverned.
If you speak, all the lights will go out.
Say nothing. She reaches for his hand,
he presses her finger. The boat slides
curving back to its landing.

A guide at the stage sweeps his lamp
over a pool. What is he looking for?

from Stories About Wooden Keyboards, Auckland University Press 1985, p.69.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great stuff, Maps! Just found your blog, and recently tuned into NZ poetry - particualrly Glover and Baxter. Was in NZ last year and stumbled onto a Glover exhibit in the Wellington library.

Any word on the 25 years since the 81 tour?


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