Amidst these windswept trees
I feel free
Of modernity.
For the breeze
Drowns out the noise
Of broken
Toys.
In this wood
A tree
Fall
Could end all
This modernity,
Leaving no rhyme
Behind.
Amidst these windswept trees
I feel free
Of modernity.
For the breeze
Drowns out the noise
Of broken
Toys.
In this wood
A tree
Fall
Could end all
This modernity,
Leaving no rhyme
Behind.
A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:
I know that these trees
Are Older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or a sigh
As they hurry by.
As I leafed through dusty old tomes
I heard a loud rattle of bones.
Twas merely a ghost
Stealing crumpets and toast,
But it distracted me from those tomes!
I know that these trees
Are older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or sigh
Hurrying by.
When a girl who is full of vice
Said, “I’ll cover you in chocolate and ice!”.
I said, “my dear,
The bishop draws near,
And I hear he’s a connoisseur of vice …!”.
I know an old lord with a spouse
Who is known for his love of grouse.
His young wife Lady Mar
Spends time in my car,
While her spouse is away with his grouse.
The nettles flourished in the rain.
When I came there again
Men had removed them.
Civilisation came.
Nettles and rain
Remain.
The below poem contains an expletive. I make no apology for this, as poetry should be honest:
“The foxes are fucking“, you said.
A vulgar thing to say,
But we where on our way
To bed.
And I,
Hearing their cry
Pondered on lust
And the vulgarity of you.
But what you said was true.
And we 2 could see
That oft in lust
We hide from dust.
I have always been of the view that one should judge a writer by the quality of their writing and not allow one’s own likes and dislikes to intrude when forming such judgements. This is, I believe particularly important when the writer’s political perspective differs from your own.
One does not, for example, have to be a Conservative to enjoy the poetry of Philip Larkin, nor does one need to be a man (or woman) of the left to appreciate the work of the poet W. H. Auden. Both poets where (and remain) great men of letters irrespective of whether one agrees with their political stance.
My view that one should not allow one’s own political convictions to influence one’s response to literature was reinforced by this article in The Guardian, https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/jun/28/twitter-rips-into-jeremy-corbyns-pretentious-poetry-except-its-actually-by-shelley.
The former leader of the British Labour Party, Jeremy Corbyn, posted an extract from a poem on Twitter in order to advertise his forthcoming book. Many Twitter users reacted by saying that the poem was bad and questioning why it had been posted.
In point of fact, the extract in question comes from Shelley’s The Mask of Anarchy which is one of Shelley’s best known poems.
How many of those criticising the poem where doing so on the grounds that they disliked Mr Corbyn’s politics, rather than on it’s literary merits? I confess to not knowing the answer to my own question. I do, however have a strong hunch that much of the criticism of the poem stemmed from a dislike of Jeremy Corbyn’s politics and not from the literary merits (or demerits) of the work itself.
I am no fan of Jeremy Corbyn’s politics. However, I do, as stated above, believe that readers should be extremely wary of basing their views of poetry (or any other writing) on whether or not they agree with the political perspectives of the writer in question. (Of course in this case the irony is that the poem in question was not even the work of Mr Corbyn)!
My desire for flesh.
We will undress
And I will find
Pleasure in bed.
Yet still
In her warm arms
A chill
Thought haunts my mind
Of the bed
Where all is dead.