After Philip Larkin (for now) but before I get round to Roger McGough, I thought I'd share this old Eliot inspired poem. As you can see, it's little more than a fragment compared to the works that triggered it. I quite like it though, despite the dubious grammar. I called it 'The Obvious Word':
Keen to avoid the obvious word 
he held us up by his whetted sword 
and pinned like pictures to his wall 
said: not it, not it at all. 
And I, avoiding cliches too, 
avoided obvious words with you. 
But pinned you, wetted, to that mast 
until the obvious broke at last. 
TSE, like thee and me 
used words for what he thought to see. 
Avoided obvious, truth his aim, 
and at the end we do the same.
You'll find a slowly-building archive of my poetry (and eventually other works) if you go to my website
 
 
2 comments:
what strange place is this...
... am I dead??
B-0
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Nice of you to leave a comment, and I had a look at your place.
Interesting...
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