[Lyric] Poetry (Don Paterson)

In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
One spark of the planet's early fires
Trapped forever in its net of ice
It's not love's later heat that poetry holds
But the atom of the love that drew it forth
From the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
Begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice
Suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
With his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
But if it yields a steadier light, he knows
The pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
Like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene

Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
Sings of nothing, not your name, not mine