Four Poems

bucket poetry (a rereading in homage to K. R.)

        after North by Seamus Heaney

  • bucket         griddle      watermark         frieze
  • mutable         as      sound         make         bawn
  • invitations         word-hoard      cage      trellis
  • trial         pieces      improvised      dissembling
  • self      touch      again      canopies      devices
  • cleaving         line      cauldron      at      centre
  • ossify      self         unwrap         skins      see
  • cooped      secrets      casket      midden
  • floe      ground         no      sound      poetry

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Deleuzian Tetradecasyllabic (hence Square) Sonnet

       for C. P.

  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition
  • mais le cœur, l’organe amoureux de la répétition

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On First Looking into Fagles’ Homer

        after John Keats

  • Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
  • And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
  • Round many western islands have I been
  • Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
  • Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
  • That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
  • Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
  • Till I heard McKellen speak out loud and bold:
  • Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
  • When a new planet swims into his ken;
  • Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
  • He star’d at the Pacific – and all his men
  • Look’d at each other with a wild surmise –
  • Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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To My Art

       after Philip Larkin

  • Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan
  • The future was, in which temptingly spread
  • All that elaborative nature can.
  • Matchless potential! but unlimited
  • Only so long as I elected nothing;
  • Simply to choose stopped all ways up but one,
  • And sent the tease-birds from the bushes flapping.
  • No future now. I and you now, alone.
  • So for your face I have exchanged all faces,
  • For your few properties bargained the brisk
  • Baggage, the mask-and-magic-man’s regalia.
  • Now you become my boredom and my failure,
  • Another way of suffering, a risk,
  • A heavier-than-air hypostasis.