In answer to this post.
Penelope at the door
or Penelope on the shoreknows no-one’s coming home.
The house is over-run withidiot suitors; the slaves
build coracles that each daysail further and further out.
The birds of prey nest low;their eyes measure her for
carrion. Carry on. No-one’scoming home, but no-one. No-
one’s coming home.
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Can I thank you here as well? I loved this one so much.
The last post by Giovanni was Authoriety
Me too! (There needs to be a “Like” button on blogs, I think. Or a “Like Very Much” button.)
The last post by Tim Jones was Under Government and Restraint: An Interview With David Howard
Thank you, gentlemen. I am starting to think I do my best work with the most melancholy topics. As much as I would love to me a cool manipulator of language alone, I am basically a writer of short lyrics.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!
The last post by Tim Jones was Under Government and Restraint: An Interview With David Howard
I taught this poet when first he was at university, so I guess I can make a case that the more avant garde modes are in the hand of the next generation!