i'm liking short poems at the moment so the first one is just what i'm liking!the second one. brambles - isn't that a bit like blackberrying! ; )i didn't like 'strangled', felt a bit forced for me and after the language going on before it, 'cardiac arrest' felt like a bit of a let dowen for me. everything else tho - loving that!
thanks for that. I think I'm really just a short poem person! yes, I've just noticed the very lovely Edward Thomas poem on your blog! :)
and this, by Francis Ponge:The BlackberriesOn the typographic bushes of the poem down a road leading neither out of things nor to the mind, certain fruits are composed of an agglomeration of spheres plumped with a drop of ink.*Black, rose and khaki together on the bunch, they are more like the sight of a rogue family at its different ages than a strong temptation to picking.In view of the disproportion of seeds to pulp birds don’t think much of them, so little remains once from beak to anus they’ve been traversed.*But the poet in the course of his professional promenade takes the seed to task: ‘So,’ he tells himself, ‘the patient efforts of a fragile flower on a rebarbative tangle of brambles are by and large successful. Without much else to recommend them – ripe, indeed they are ripe – done, like my poem.’
thankyou for this :) there are quite a few references to Ponge in the Hamburger book, I've not really read him before.
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