Fields we had
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[perforated]
[ now?]
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[shredded wheat]
Ely[sian?] with
honey
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Bees combing long
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[flaxen?]
Hair [ ]
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[down?]
To your knees
[the rest wholly eaten away
by moths]
A masterpiece (and pieces of a master). Great poem...
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Her
[long black
hair}
ung down
& again
frag-ments
- the 'stuff' of
just-waht-is
possibilities
Beautiful. Once again I echo the Chant.
ReplyDeleteHaving been fed and sated at this generous palimpsestic table, I now brush away the crumbs of the variori from the folds of my robes.
And find these glittering with a curious unearthly light, much as was said to gleam out from the glove box in which the grain of wheat of the Eleusinian Mysteries was kept.
(Or wait, was that a breakfast cereal?)
Such complimentary comments force me to admit the driving force inspiring this tattered, ragged poetic effort is Guy Davenport's wonderful Carmina Archilochi: The Fragments of Archilochos--a tour-de-force by anybody's book (not bad--that's three "forces" (JC, EB, TC) in only one sentence). Thank you, gentlemen.
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