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the poetry meme

Postscript: For Gweno
Alun Lewis

If I should go away,
Beloved, do not say
'He has forgotten me'.
For you abide, A singing rib within my dreaming side;
You always stay.
And in the mad tormented valley
Where blood and hunger rally
And Death the wild beast is uncaught, untamed,
Our soul withstands the terror
And has its quiet honour
Among the glittering stars your voices named.


* * *



We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.

And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.

Coming to this
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.


* * *


This is where I came from.
I passed this way.
This should not be shameful
Or hard to say.

A self is a self.
It is not a screen.
A person should respect
What he has been.

This is my past
Which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.

* * *

It seems wrong to be doing this when JET is not here.

In other news, I have not the least idea what I am doing. If I were talking about flatpack furniture that would be fine, but unfortunately I'm talking about life

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cofax7
Oct. 15th, 2004 05:21 pm (UTC)
> It seems wrong to be doing this when JET is not here.<

You're so right. But just think of all the fun she'll have when she gets back!

This is my past
Which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.


Oooooh. I really need to read more poetry. Maybe if I brought it on the bus with me...

If I were talking about flatpack furniture that would be fine, but unfortunately I'm talking about life

Well, you don't want mine, anyway. Argh. ::snaps at clients like a rabid dingo::
katie_m
Oct. 15th, 2004 06:35 pm (UTC)
Oh! Thank you for the Fenton. That was in my quotes file that I lost, and I'd forgotten all about it.
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infinitemonkeys
Oct. 18th, 2004 05:28 pm (UTC)
I'd never heard of him until I picked up a dirt cheap copy of the Faber Book of Modern Poetry on the South Bank. Once I read this poem I went a-hunting on the internet. God, how I love the internet.

I recommend the Faber collection by the way, it has some out of the way stuff.
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