Monday, January 7, 2013

Elephant Eternity (and other elephant poems)

Elephant Eternity

Elephants walking under juicy-leaf trees

Walking with their children under juicy-leaf trees

Elephants elephants walking like time

Elephants bathing in the foam-floody river

Fountaining their children in the mothery river

 Elephants elephants bathing like happiness

Strong and gentle elephants

Standing on the earth

Strong and gentle elephants

Like peace

Time is walking under elephant trees

 Happiness is bathing in the elephant river

 Strong gentle peace is shining

 All over the elephant earth

Adrian Mitchell



Ghost Elephants
In the elephant field
tall green ghost elephants
with your cargo of summer leaves

at night I heard you breathing at the window

Don't you ever think I'm not crying
since you're away from me
Don't ever think I went free

At first the goodbye had a lilt to it—
maybe just a couple of months—
but it was a beheading.

Ghost elephant,
reach down,
cross me over

Jean Valentine


The Elephant is slow to mate

The elephant, the huge old beast,
     is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
     they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
     slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
     and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
     of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
     together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
     grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
     hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
     so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
     for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
     their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
     till they touch in flood.

D. H. Lawrence


1 comment:

  1. I like the Lawrence poem. My dad called them elephanuts.