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Copyright: ESSAADINOV, Essaadi Mohamed Ali
(copyright de l'artiste)
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BELATED PALINODE FOR DYLAN THOMAS
In Wales at Laugharne at last I stand beside
..his cliff-perched writing shed
....above the coursing waters
......where the hawk hangs still
........above the cockle-strewn shingle
Where he walked in a glory of all his days
....(before the weather turned around)
And aie! aie! a waterbird far away
....cries and cries again
......over St. Johns Hill
And in his tilted boathouse now
....a tape of himself is playing --
......his lush voice
........his plush voice
..........his posh accent
............(too BBC-fulsome, cried the Welsh)
..............now echoes through his little
................upstairs room
And aie! aie!
.....echo the waterbirds once again
Beyond his sounding shed
....a fig tree hides the sea
......A fishboat heeled over
........a grebe afloat far out
..........a coracle abandoned
............a rusted coaler out of Cardiff still
..............a bold green headland lost in sun
Beyond which lie (across an ocean and a continent)
....San Francisco's white wood houses
......and a poet's sun-bleached cottage
........on Bolinas' far lagoon
..........with its wind-torn Little Mesa
............(so very like St. Johns Hill)
A single kestrel soars over
....riding the salt wind
........'high tide and the heron's call'
.........................................still echoing
...........(Aie! aie! it calls and calls again)
As in his listing boathouse now
....his great recorded voice runs out
......(grave as a gravedigger in his grave)
........leaving a sounding void of light
..........for poets and herons to fill
(Drowned down in New York's White Horse Tavern
....he went not gentle into his good night)
And Far West poets calling still
....over St. Johns Hill
......to the loveliest poet of all our days
........sweet singer of Swansea
..........lushed singer of Laugharne
............Dylan of all our days
-- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, These Are My Rivers
(reprinted by permission of LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI)
(copyright de l'artiste)
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MONASTERY IN SHASTA
As you say, Ann,
Buddhas were my thing
Long ago
in flower power days
we strewed petals
to honour him
sat in a lotus-like squat
and emptied our minds.
No mantras, no noise,
no distraction
only Buddha
on his plinth and us
with our backs to him
our bottoms raised
on kapok cushions,
contemplating the wall.
Buddha took no offence
and finally broke
the shackles
in my mind
eased my aching joints
and made me –
just by his wooden–
tranquillity -
and would break free
from all that grief.
AERONWY THOMAS
(copyright de l'artiste)
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FLOATING EYES
1
Eyes float like seaweed
On perfect blue waters
To see fish bolt or approach
2
Look into the deep
To see fish greet you
Nature and man reconciled
3
Look into the depth
Fish approach, jump with joy
A meeting
AERONWY THOMAS
