Few Joys
A poet is passionately in love with language. W.H.Auden
Few joys compare
to meeting words that match,
whisper, the grey-ragged milk
of layered mist
on winter-pined crags
Words, like giddy-green back flips
from silver-sharp skates,
deceptive in effortless loop
on blue-crystal ice
Words that burn in the Reader
like Psyche’s lamp high –
hanging the consequence –
daring the wrath of gods
to glimpse Eros,
languid in sleep
~ Marian Robson
Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos University in Oman.
Read more of Maria Robson’s poetry:
– Potter’s Hands
– That Which Must Go
– Cynical Vows
– The Nameless Tune
– Bougainvillae
– Sunset
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