*

14.1.07

[Intermission]

The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—

(ALBATROSS!)

10 Comments:

Blogger anon said...

It is from "Chard Witlow", right? I am particularly fond of the opening lines:

"As we get older we do not get any younger.
Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five,
And this time last year I was fifty-four,
And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.
And I cannot say I should like (to speak for myself)
To see my time over again— if you can call it time:
Fidgeting uneasily under a draughty stair,
Or counting sleepless nights in the crowded Tube."

Yes, Henry Reed is a fabulous poet.

January 15, 2007 7:25 am  
Blogger haiku cafe said...

tooth fae
sunbeam
on tongue

January 15, 2007 5:05 pm  
Blogger haiku cafe said...

get
with the program
crysalis! :))

January 15, 2007 5:09 pm  
Blogger MGL said...

Anon: Hardyhar, smartass. Didn't you see how I ironically deflated the pathos of Eliot with a Monty Python reference?

January 15, 2007 7:16 pm  
Anonymous anon said...

... and he is .... baaaaack!!!! (and out and about). Time to put the shield up again.

January 15, 2007 8:46 pm  
Blogger haiku cafe said...

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i am an astonishing and VERY smart guy - is it that your bullshit is threatened my dear anon (hiding in your cave of dreams)?

January 15, 2007 9:52 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

John, you have issues. Now stop harassing my family.

January 16, 2007 1:14 am  
Blogger haiku cafe said...

pseudopodium

why are you
(all)
so sensitive

is all talk
and no action?


wimps

January 16, 2007 4:42 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

http://politiken.dk/erhverv/article226862.ece

January 16, 2007 5:44 pm  
Blogger haiku cafe said...

ABILENE

turning my body
turning my back on issues
turning my pillow


it's liff, b-but not as we know it !

January 17, 2007 12:44 am  

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