A warm December welcome to Leigh Tuplin. Leigh’s
blog combines poetry with photographs—well worth taking a look at. Thank you, Leigh.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
At a Loss for Words
–for Eleni, again
With all my words found wanting
My love, my muse, what must I do
To find the one just right for you—
Wear it on my sleeve?
Saturday, December 3, 2011
All That Glitter Is Not Gold (The Great Pretender)
Poet who fancies
He has the Midas touch,
He has the Midas touch,
Easy on that gilded dressing—
You want your head stuffed
And spinning, grinning on
A silver platter?
Friday, December 2, 2011
Beyond the Wildest Stretch of the Imagination
Imagine—once and for all—
Standing at the sea’s edge, thinking
Of the poet who said there will always be more to it
Under the surface once you reach it,
Will you be able to leave it at that?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
In Lieu of "Three Red Pigeons"
XXIV
Here end the works of the sea, the works of love.
Those who will some day live here where we end—
should the blood happen to blacken in their memory and overflow—
let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels,
let them turn towards Erebus the heads of the victims:
We who had nothing will teach them peace.
—George Seferis, from Mythistorema
(My translation)
(Music by Ilias Andriopoulos, sung by the late, great Nikos Xylouris)
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