TO THE MASTER, WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

 

 

After the heat of struggle comes the cold:

Like you, I must resist, now, growing old.

Never without foes, often unsure of a friend,

Unlucky in love like you till near the end,

Passionately I take the strength you give,

And wonder whether my words, like yours, will live.

True Irish to the marrow, you took old age

Dreaming and fighting.  And, tempering your rage

In the blood, bone, and sinew of your art,

Defied both defeat and triumph.  So great was your heart.

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First posted 6 May 2016

ISIS MILITANTS BEHEAD CHILDREN IN MOZAMBIQUE

 

ISIS MILITANTS BEHEAD CHILDREN IN MOZAMBIQUE

 

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HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

Allegory is easiest,

if you want to get spiritual,

or the erotic sublime—Sebastian

bound and bleeding, blind

for love of God in man—

Or the Catullan-sentimental,

“Admit this sparrow to your nest,”

Otherwise, the pseudo-surrealist

metaphor—an umbrella thrust

through a melon, a tongue

—or else: Sir Daddy, Sir, here I kneel,

(of course) your un-                          

derserving son….

But where can I find

the words, the way to make you feel

what I feel, how

when you look at me,

A globe of light suffuses my chest,

a sunflower spirals below

my belly, glows, grows golden tentacles,

pulling me toward you with electric force . . .    

Do you feel it now? 

 

            

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(above poem) http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:François-Guillaume_Ménageot_-_The_Martyrdom_of_St_Sebastian_-_WGA15027.jpg

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(below poem) artistsnetwork .com/articles/artist-interviews-profiles/jorge-alberto-gonzalez