Brendan Wenzel |
A Crocodile
Hard by the lilied Nile I saw
Hard by the lilied Nile I saw
A duskish river-dragon stretched along,
The brown habergeon of his limbs enamelled
With sanguine almandines and rainy pearl:
And on his back there lay a young one sleeping,
No bigger than a mouse; with eyes like beads,
And a small fragment of its speckled egg
Remaining on its harmless, pulpy snout;
A thing to laugh at, as it gaped to catch
The baulking merry flies. In the iron jaws
Of the great devil-beast, like a pale soul
Fluttering in rocky hell, lightsomely flew
A snowy trochilus, with roseate beak
Tearing the hairy leeches from his throat.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
from The Penguin Book of the Sonnet, ed. Phillis Levin
from The Penguin Book of the Sonnet, ed. Phillis Levin
Here's an example of a poet in full, exuberant vocabulary display .
Beddoes opens up a peacock fan of a poem - "brown habergeon" = a sleeveless coat
of mail or scale armor, "sanguine almandines" = blood-red coloured gemstones, "rainy pearl" = we all know what this means, but what a description! Rainy? Pearl like a liquid! I had to look all these words up, and that's exactly what I like. New-to-me words, toothsome mouth-full, potent words, words that give you something to chew over.
Beddoes opens up a peacock fan of a poem - "brown habergeon" = a sleeveless coat
of mail or scale armor, "sanguine almandines" = blood-red coloured gemstones, "rainy pearl" = we all know what this means, but what a description! Rainy? Pearl like a liquid! I had to look all these words up, and that's exactly what I like. New-to-me words, toothsome mouth-full, potent words, words that give you something to chew over.
And tell me how often you come across a phrase like "baulking merry flies"? What an image! They do seem merry, dancing and dipping and hovering hopefully. Or that wonderful "like a pale soul fluttering in rocky hell", gosh if I don't have an illustration by Edward Gorey appear in my head when I read that. A "snowy trochilus" is a kind of hummingbird, apparently. And "hairy leeches"? Good grief. What a fulsome poem.
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