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Saturday, 12 August 2017

The poet’s curse*

It must be an unwritten love
or a love without words
something between verse and verse 
a teasing ethereality 
an absence or a longed-for 
too precious for the vulgarity of form
or description;
yes, poets who write about love
may not have it
but are nevertheless loved —
for theirs is the language of belonging
not ownership,
in the feudalism of romance
they care not for deed
but tenuriality 
— even in passing —
is land enough for love.
This they know.  


*”It is a poet's curse to be able to write about love but not have it…”

3 comments :

  1. There is a marked difference in the poems you translate lately. There remains the stink of "groundnut stew" gravy nonetheless.

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  2. It is a pity about the insufferable cliches in your poetry, never mind the creepy words and odd and disjointed stanzas. I would want to bury them in a hole and hope no-one ever saw the light of them. Obviously you are not shy to being embarrassed by your childish verse.

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  3. and despite all this, you continue to visit my blog. remarkable!

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