Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers

Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers

Odessa Port. 1898. By Kandinsky.

Looking at an old poem from decades ago. Trying to see if it still holds up. Some poets, like Yeats, revised even published works, changing new editions of their collections over time.

This isn’t really like that. But it is a return to some dark cove, some ancient lough, for reassessment and advice:

 

Clever Autumns With Parochial Zephers

 

Blindness and cacophony
Like time underwater

The yews tremble for their
Lovers on the mountain tops

Four beats to every heart
And roses for the poor

I believe the groans
Of doctors if
They’re out of work
Scrounging in the meadow

    For sustenance and rhubarb

If the play’s the thing
Why is the audience sleeping?

Give us reasons in the mist
To talk about the mail

Give us songs to sing
When supper is thrown to wolves and
Surveyors
Like twenty annual events

Some epiphany among the clowns
Before they taste their red makeup

    Before they fall off their red tricycles
    
Notch just one more scream
Along the highway

Along the road to verdant
Paranoia

Aren’t bitter marvels always fighting
Always shoving off spectacular ennui?

 

 

—by Douglas Pinson

 

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