Jamaica -A Conversation

Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica now day comes bright Her white dress lifted over blue legs of mountains Marbled to the sky. It drank diamond littered night Leaving nothing but an empty cup, where fountains Of rivers use to full the bosom of the sea with milk. I stand under the otaheite apple tree to hear moans Of things passionate to born again, gossamer silk Upon the floor, bodies burning with heat: love atones Best for those surrendered in faith to work and wait The second coming of the vision and brotherly hail In rumbles of joy the cart brimmed and keeping faith Where no bride shows yet, the altar stark and pale. The virgin honeysuckle bleeds its succulence into joy And the hummingbird dances irreverently. I'm in love The way I was before, cupboards bare breasted ploy Making erect my patriotism. Melted silver from above Plow the puddles like ancient rain, sperming the seeds To yield, and yield against the litany of prayers sent Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica aggression to nothing leads When the bed is fragranced with grass and a condiment Of everlasting hope. Hard as lignum vitae wood I rise To embrace my destinyy from you, the solemn wise