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Bought a book of Edwin Morgan's poetry recently. I'd been recommended him, but on first look I can't see why. Here's one that isn't too bad:

The Coin
We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light.
The obverse showed us Scotland, and the head
of a red deer; the antler-glint had fled
but the fine cut could still be felt. All right:
we turned it over, read easily One Pound,
but then the shock of the Latin, like a gloss,
Respublica Scotorum, sent across
such ages as we guessed but never found
at the worn edge where once the date had been
and where many fingers had gripped hard
as hopes their silent race had lost or gained.
The marshy scurf crept up to our machine,
sucked at our boots. Yet nothing seemed ill-starred.
And least of all the realm the coin contained.

The language doesn't seem especially lyrical, the sudden introduction of the machine and the marshy scurf feels like a clumsy link, and the "All right" seems added only to rhyme with the first line's "light".

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Try this one:

One Cigarette
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.


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That one's a little better. But I've yet to be convinced...

I read Suzette Haden Elgin's The Science Fiction Poetry Handbook over the weekend. It's very good. And she doesn't half put a lot of thought into her poems.

Incidentally, I posted a new piece up on my sferse blog. Enjoy.

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I am fascinated by 'Some remembered differently' - and implanted thought.
So many things unsaid here, only subtly hinted at.


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I tried to reference something in each verse - I'd like to have embedded more but couldn't manage it. Maybe I'll try another draft some time.

Anyway, the first verse mentions Mars rovers, the second alludes to Total Recall, and the third of course to War of the Worlds... (I also wanted to get in a mention of Tars Tarkas in the green verse but couldn't).

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A PACK OF CARDS

CAROL ANN DUFFY

First you must bet on the colour, black or red.
You can wager your lips. He shuffles the pack
like this. You choose a card. It’s black, see.
Give him a kiss.

Now you must guess the suit,
clubs or spades, diamonds or hearts. If you’re calling
a spade a spade you can wager your hand. Hearts.
Put on his ring.

Queen or King? Ace or Jack?
Four of them each, two red, two black, you choose.
You can wager your clothes. Wrong again, it’s a knave.
Take off your shoes.

Let him deal you a hand, one
in the hole, four on the baize, wager your wedding day
then raise. Full House. He’s got four of a kind.
Here comes the Bride.

Who did you wed? Watch his hands
as he plays. No diamonds or hearts for you. You married him,
the King of Spades, le roi. What do you think he’s digging?
Is it a grave?

Pick a card, any colour, red for blood
or black for the mud in a deep dark hole in the ground. Wager
your heart and your soul and your life, little wife, little wife.
He’ll raise you again.


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'Passing On' by Andrew Motion

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/ma ... passing-on


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For Ian - the sort of thing you might like?

http://www.tate.org.uk/tateetc/poemofth ... leaves.htm


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It seems a bit confused to me. And I don't get the link between Vulcan and visiting the Moon. But there are some nice bits in it.

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Because he's too shy to mention it himself :D, Dylan Fox has put a poem up on his blog: Living With Your Head In The Clouds (on Looking Up At The Sky)

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:lol: Not bad for a shy lad!


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A little treat for us all today, courtesy of the Guardian: Carol Ann Duffy's section of poems about ageing.
Little gems.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/ma ... ems-ageing


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Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
(The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace)

Ernest Dowson


THEY are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.


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The poet Laureate's latest offering - for David Beckham

Achilles

Carol Ann Duffy

Myth's river – where his mother
dipped him, fished him, a
slippery golden boy- flowed on,
his name on its lips.

Without him, it was prophesied,
they would not take Troy.

Women hid him, concealed him
in girls' sarongs; days of
sweetmeats, spices, silver songs ...

But when Odysseus came, with an
athlete's build, a sword and a shield,
he followed him to the battlefield,
the crowd's roar,

And it was sport, not war,
his charmed foot on the ball ...

But then his heel, his heel, his heel ...


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I rewrote my 'RGB Mars' poem as 'Rainbow Mars' and submitted it to The Martian Wave. The poem now references a lot more sf about the Red Planet...

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