Before Sleep

The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.

She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Their realm is the lateral courses.

I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

by Ezra Pound

Comments (5)

I love the paradox of the ending. It reminds me of something Poe would write.
i like this.
I kind of like the idea the outside world is crueler than the inside world, maybe it means there is a lack of freedom everywhere.
Hi Well I can't say it is not descriptive. I find it very descriptive. I get a chill when I read it. I hope you were never behind bars. Very interesting to read.
Hey Matthew, sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to you. My email hasn't been working. Sure, I'd love to review your poetry. I love your rhymes in this piece. They flow so smoothly, which is rare in rhyming couplets. Kudos for that. Though I like it, I don't get any clear picture. The words are pretty, but I can't muster them into any strong image or emotion. You might want to unite your figurative language a little more. And though I like the word 'malice', I wish you hadn't used it twice. Overall good work. You're quite talented.