I <br />ROSE WHITE, YELLOW, SILVER <br /> <br />The swirl of light follows me through the square, <br />The smoke of incense <br />Mounts from the four horns of my bed-posts, <br />The water-jet of gold light bears us up through the ceilings; <br />Lapped in the gold-coloured flame I descend through the æther. <br />The silver ball forms in my hand, <br />It falls and rolls to your feet. <br /> <br />II <br />SALTUS <br />The swirling sphere has opened <br />and you are caught up to the skies, <br />You are englobed in my sapphire. <br />Io! Io! <br /> <br />You have perceived the blades of the flame <br />The flutter of sharp-edged sandals. <br /> <br />The folding and lapping brightness <br />Has held in the air before you. <br />You have perceived the leaves of the flame. <br /> <br />III <br />CONCAVA VALLIS <br />The wire-like bands of colour involute mount from my fingers; <br />I have wrapped the wind round your shoulders <br />And the molten metal of your shoulders <br />bends into the turn of the wind, <br /> <br />AOI! <br />The whirling tissue of light <br />is woven and grows solid beneath us; <br />The sea-clear sapphire of air, the sea-dark clarity, <br />stretches both sea-cliff and ocean.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phanopoeia/
