Martin Robertson

Now and Then

Delos in Spring
for Lucy

Time threw the columned temples down

and broke the features of the god

and of the living precinct made

this beauty of scattered skeleton,

desolation of shining stone.

No past throws up against the sense

a reek of crowd and sacrifice

with blood and smoke, movement and noise.

The moment’s timeless flame transcends

imagination’s competence.

Marble in sun burning like snow.

Green, violet, scarlet, scattered free,

and blue, shadow of burning blue

above, echo of blues that glow

round us (green, violet) in the sea.