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About Me and My Poetry

Homer, Hesiod, Pindar, Aeschylus, Sophocles, then Ennius, Catullus, Virgil, Horace... These are some. But then there's Chaucer, Shakespeare, Jonson, Milton, Donne, Marvell, Keats, Shelley, Coleridge, the Brownings, Tennyson, Kipling, Frost, Graves, Macniece... We must love them all

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Shaped and reasoned was the earth
Before the reckoned, seasoned
Land, or husbandmen learned to plough,
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A Sonnet came to ask, ‘Why me?
Why do you stick to me so, when Villanelle
Or Rhyme Royal would do just as well
To show off poesie’s armoury?

‘And where, pray, the heroic Iambics
Which gave Shakespeare his tools?
They live and die where mere fools’
Componentry might fill the beaks

‘Of poetasters everywhere. Elegiacs,
Spondaic tetrameters, ‘blank verse’ (forsooth) poor things,
Forgotten now as even you compose in sing-
-song cretinous Choriambocretics?’

‘I’ve come, too late with too many lines, to the volta. Sorry,
Dear Sonnet,’ I replied. ‘But like an erstwhile love
You can never be entirely banished

‘From heart or head or indeed the glory
Of inspiration, whencever its treasure-trove,
And must be penned down at once, before it’s vanished.’

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Goes she now into that good night,
Where yesterday’s smile, flecked
With rhythmed care, calls us back in fashion?
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Looking back on ancient, tramelled, dreams
And wondering, on all calamity
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On a tussock

In the glades of evenstar
Sat a green-faced garden gnome
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Homage to Louis MacNiece

No, no, don’t touch me,
It was just an impotent vain thing
That scuppered you and He, and finer
Odd select stuff.
Whence comes in “intellect”,
Foddering desirous dreams -
Ancient theme, gone fluff
To other (blessed?) shores, spent
Wisdom, rhythmed courtesies learnt,
Approved, flaken, finer niceties
Schooled here, or feisty
Mistresses, by the million?
Through the lapid mullion,
Those blessed stars still sing
“Testament” - haha - to awoken
Filed selves. And shall a loving God
Just have the bread so broken?
Or is it just neater and better, faithfully,
With a bit of skirt in an old Cortina?

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Entanglement of views,
Cloyed thought, sues
With Emily short prosody
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Unkempt, unshaven, in a corner seat

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Invited in, on a precious note
Of moral compass, where she lays
Right claim to nature's bidding, At His right hand,
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From the Aegean’s ancient shores, with wingèd words
Homer sang of lust and pride and ire,
Vain princes’ scourging arrows, swords,
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