Graham Jane - Circe’s Palace

Music. Graham Jane lyrics. T.S Eliot video. Norman McLaren “Pas de Deux“ Circe’s Palace Around her fountain which flows With the voice of men in pain, Are flowers that no man knows. Their petals are fanged and red With hideous streak and stain; They sprang from the limbs of the dead. We shall not come again. Panthers rise from their lairs In the forest which thickens below, Along the garden stairs The sluggish python lies; The peacocks walk, stately and slow, And they look at us with the eyes Of men whom we knew long ago.