Tuesday, November 22, 2011
John Clare
image borrowed from bing
[1] via John Clare (1793-1864)
Consider
sung
scalding of the Heart burred under
Green dark lay
of breast & lungs
from which there is No Other
Green
water of Endive, eye gaping mint.
A chamber, churred pill seed/Wheat,
it driveth inward bleeding
Blue Marks by Blows,
rib Jeeping Soil of it, laid open
a running
of the head bringing thorough flesh
set
upon quivering stalk.
All of them.
Spittle Singings of the Ear:
Esteem it as
jewel,
Flag, Elding
slice of morning, closen
Water that Cleanses & Cuts Common,
Wild, upon the lip:
deep colour very gently
Bellied, properly resembling
bold mattering/warm flight of the
Heart.
[2] via John Clare (1793-1864)
Yellow Flag. We Came By:
black dog cupping arrow.
Much branched tie of the kidney:
Fool’s page, first upon
The Drake’s Flight, it riseth
gently
Then. Slipped Silk was that & Shaded
(of a sort fishes delighteth in)
quickly
& very many the thready headings
were no less an inward honey
chosen always:
& the heart’s good flare
beat
w/full stem,
w/Great Water
drawn
under
(Both,
crayon Bareth gypsies) – Lieth
bunching
voilet’s Green
divide &
SINGINGS
on wheaten wing Rare &
Graceful coming that way:
arc in the shell, Sea
Awash.
Clacked Wing dulsing w/pewter-steal,
& healed w/it.
Maggie O'Sullivan
(note to accompany my two Clare poems)
These two poems (via John Clare (1793-1864) (1) and (2) were made around the late 1970s/early 1980s in homage to Clare. They are included in ALTO (2009). John Clare was one of the poets I began reading in the early 1970s.
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
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