Get Down Ye Angels

Get Down Ye Angels

Get down ye angels from the heights.
Try a few of earth’s numinous delights:
the orgiastic rustling of the grass.
The wind’s brazen feather tickling your arse.

Exchange your robe even for a day
with the raiment of one made of clay.
Lay down your harp and dig these pipes I play.

I’ll put my lips to the weeping reeds
till temptation thrills the heart of every hill
and the very stones begin the dance of leaves
as if stones had gained a fluttering will.

Welcome ye cherubs to the carnal hubbub.
Take a break from heaven’s eternal monotone.
Inhabit the splendid risk of flesh and bone.

John Agard
Poem of the week: Get Down Ye Angels by John Agard | Books | The Guardian

Art: Norman Lindsay

Artist : David Law (Scotland, b.1831, d.1901) Title : Date : Medium Description: watercolour and scraping out over pencil underdrawing Dimensions : Credit Line : Purchased 1881 Image Credit Line : Accession Number : 106

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