Retrievals, Preservations and Speculations:
Poeisis
No sonnet youwrite can ever be perfect b...: Poeisis No sonnet you write can ever be perfect because No words are ever tailored to just the right length And the sound of y...
Thursday 27 June 2019
Poeisis
No sonnet you
write can ever be perfect because
No words are
ever tailored to just the right length
And the sound of
your breath never follows the laws
Exactly as the
thought requires; as for sighs and strength,
No more than
size in a measure of time or tempo,
And, worst of
all, when your heart skips a beat, defeat
Is inevitable.
Better far is the well-framed conceit,
With its
ingenious wit and casual flow, mellow
As the breeze soughing
in the darkness, winsome and soft,
While the nymph
nimbly struts down the wind,
Her hair
billowing, her ankles held aloft
By the very
passion you sought to hide when you sinned.
As in a dream,
as in a mirage, or in rhymes
You do not hear,
like very distant chimes.
Friday 7 June 2019
Poem
A Dirge in a Country
Church-Yard
No other
flowers or scents cover the stench
of this
garden than those in my memory, so to lose
it would set
me back hard; thus on this lonely bench
under the
leafless tree, I hold my nose.
If it were
only a few hours every ten years
it would be
endurable, and the pain no worse
than falling
under a shadow or than stinging sun-spears
that cut
into my brain, and I could immerse
my dreams
with anticipation of relief.
The odour of
the yews weighs down my grief.
I am covered
with uncertainty,
blown hither
and thither like a fallen leaf,
the very
last, the final wisp of mortality.
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