Friday, May 1, 2009

Ars Poetica (poem about poems)

A poem is a broadcast from
a distant star and time
to bounce around the universe forever
seeking a listener who understands.

Louis Macneice wrote about camels 
crossing sand among cups and plates
on a table 70 years ago
I received the message today.

I have received elegies in country churchyards
many times from Thomas Gray
and Daffodils from Wordsworth
and Cherry blossom from Hausman

WRM 2001

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Unlovable Larkin (poem about a poet)
Laudum Laureate.
Who,amongst us,
Loves himself ?
Not the ego,
But the physical reality,
With it's quirks and imperfections,
Hating this or that,
Hair or lack, gaunt or fat,
Which the world sees and judges,
In fifteen seconds flat,
Unaware of the essential spark of individuality,
Yearning to be found,
Cloaked under the everyday,bio-degradable exterior,
Waiting for a lover
With superhuman depth of vision
To see beneath this dull ordinariness,
And find an intangible inner beauty
Seeking a reciprocated reflection
Of unconditional love.
Whilst believing himself unlaudable.

Anonymous said...

Welcome back! I missed your "way" with words!

Anonymous said...

The Demise of Poetry.

Modern poetry runs like a streak across the page,
Expressing a semantic rage
Against rhythm, against rhyme.
No friend of mine,
This tumbled torrent of torment,
Ignoring stanza,ignoring line,
Perpetuating a literary crime,
Lacking structure, needing time
To refine the verbal art,
Outpourings of an anguished heart.

Anonymous said...

Ars indeed!

Anonymous said...

Once an ars.......