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What is the subject of your poem?
Why is it so important to you?‘I was there.’How can you describe it?‘I was there.’What did you know of it?‘I was there.’And what did it teach you?‘Of itself, nothing;only that I was there.’And what will that bring to you?‘Now, all may be known.’Then what can your poem share with others?‘Be there too.’What can you say…
O Sun,
shining with a wintry discontentgrey-yellow on this dustthat dodged your viewuntil todayor perhaps, you are yourselfthe brightest fiery metaphor of all
The world has lost the ear for rhyme.
and from some witty pens and minds, its fireworks fizz;so, after all these centuries of rhymeand all the games of meter, dancing words,should we now mourn its passing?Have we lost the music of another world?Instead, the easy unpretentious discourse,sober, light, familiar, honest –the world of daily, homely, shared sharp life,that’s now preferred. Not prose;much more…
A blackbird has been sitting outside the window
I’m trying to tune in to its blackbird thoughts,if indeed it’s burdened with such tiresomedelaying tactics to action…it seems indecisive, though; evidently, plumply,having well breakfasted; doesthe head switching left, right,a little slower than with alarm,signify some Hamlet thought?it could be wondering, if,in view of what a blackbird would callglobal warming rather thanan early summer,it should…
I’ve just written to a friend and said
which I would have given my lifeto have written.’…and then sat and looked atwhat I’d written –wondering whetherthat was what I really meant..(and, faintly, contemplatingwhether a thunderboltstraight from Justice centralmight strike me there and then…)or whether I’d retreated intosome private world of self-delusion..or whether I had reached the heightof mortal bliss.. as perhaps some ‘real’…
Chopped root, in the dark subsoil of the mind;
seeking occasionally, with weak desperationfor the light it once (perhaps?) remembers;stabbing their own nearest, dearest kinwith the cold steel of unrecognitionas if of some betrayal: one day, a glance,a careful question: ‘Are we… related? ’And you – you have been singled outfor this unexplained great testwhich gods within, without, us have devised:call upon all you’ve…