Ask me if I ever liked
small talk, chit-chat,
the smell of a new car,
the fat freezers lingering
like over-weight virgins
in shadowy garages.
I have to say no.
*
Ask me if I ever liked
the long silence, full
of thoughtful emptiness,
the bruised smell of geranium leaves,
the thin edges of poverty
like sides to middle sheets,
thin and anorexic.
I have to say yes.
*
Standing in Trafalgar [...]
Archive for April, 2008
I would like my love to die
Posted in Poetry, Samuel Beckett on April 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I would like my love to die
And the rain to be falling on the graveyard
and on me walking the streets
mourning she who sought to love me.
(Samuel Beckett)
Sailing To Byzantium
Posted in Poetry, W B Yeats on April 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A [...]
Animal Kingdom
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on April 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Bear’s powerful shoulders roll, his paws flatten, his head
weaves, lethal and stupid. Avoid his little blind eye.
Black widow scuttles behind the kitchen sink
on a great many legs. Her kiss is fatal.
Hen harrier laughs harshly and all laugh in chorus.
Head cocked, she tears open the piecrust.
Snake wraps himself round small creatures gently.
His grip tightens and they [...]
