Treasure Island

Roy Campbell

(2 October 1901 / Durban, South Africa)

Reflection, by Roy Campbell


My thought has learned the lucid art
By which the willows lave their limbs
Whose form upon the water swims
Though in the air they rise apart.
For when with my delight I lie,
By purest reason unreproved,
Psyche usurps the outward eye
To trace her inward sculpture grooved
In one melodious line, whose flow
With eddying circle now invests
The rippled silver of her breasts,
Now shaves a flank of rose-lit snow,
Or rounds a cheek where sunset dies
in the black starlight of her eyes.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, July 17, 2012

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