Poetry Blogs (yeats)
Ovid on the Covid
In Augustus times Ovid wrote
many a poem about sore throats
He was truly inspirationally to a lad like me
I searched the library for this cononical poet
For yes he was one, if you did’nt know it.
I feel like Ovid myself now... banished in exhile
because of my ‘carmen et error’.
How I enjoy his elegiac meter and erotic themes.
I am re...
Friday 27th March 2020 7:36 am
“That fucking Tennyson.”
I caught myself muttering
as I walked along. “Yes,
that fucking Tennyson,
he can organise a sunset
and flake gold better than I can:
and Emily Dickinson,
with her yellow children
at the bars of a gate
closed by her sodding dominie in grey.
And Yeats! That fucking Yeats
wags an ageing tongue at creation
and leaves me ...
Sunday 12th February 2017 10:39 am
This is no place for old farts. The rowdy lifts,
The noisy red canteens with food that should be free -
The wide-eyed girls with cool kinetic limbs
And youths with scraggy beards - none foresee
With innocent gazes still unmarked by time
How quickly failed ambitions come to be.
Caught in the amber of youth, all neglect
The minds where distant decades intersect.
Thursday 13th October 2016 5:23 pm