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FLY POEM
Trois VignettesGare Maritime, and a black night smellingOf seaweed. Max approaches Dressed for Cambodia, his accent borrowed From Oxford vicars. ‘Could you, I wonder, Change a small personal cheque?' Most certainly. (Young travellers should trust each other. Besides, I like the opening remark.) Place St. Michel. The calf of the Bacchanal Appears in duplicate to recommend La cave, a clip joint. Max, euphorikos Bangs his way in, extracts an acrobat (No easy trick) a lithe funambulist Plastered with cocoa-butter; she delights Our forager, and he, true son of Helen Astounds this tourist haven, for who could resist His arms, his windmill dancing? (Silly tales Of Philemon and Baucis come to mind.) Pleasures of Spain: a terrace looking south And girls rose-garlanded, canonical, Beneath a trellis overhung with vines; A long white house, ‘another lovely day'. And Max? He Paints. Observe these canvases Whose structure serves but as a web to trap Whatever truth the image hides from us. ‘Look, yes; but look to see!' here logic drifts Apart like ice, appearance modulates To likeness, whereupon a plate Of shy greengroceries, a modest theme, Cowers behind the easel. Gloria! (Or so it seemed in that precarious Eden So long -- is it, indeed, so long? -- ago.) Charles Fisher |
Poems from Locust Years Leaving England, 1953 Cammarch Waters Some Prodigies Norwich 1942 Chorus for a Poet Song for Lost Lovers Conscription of a Painter Another Dimension No Lamp so Bright Recuerdos de Las Chinitas Invitation au Voyage To Jane M. from the Azores In Vain Shall Lover's Sighs Song Beauty and the Beast For Karen Gilberte ...more to come |
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