After Eduardo's post of Auden's "Musee des Beaux Arts," and how it is linked in his mind to the memory of Matthew Shepard's murder. A "carved poem" of Auden's poem:
Muse
— About suffering they were never wrong . . .
Auden, “Musée des Beaux Arts”
But we understood its place.
Someone is opening a window,
passionately waiting the miraculous.
Birth always must want to happen.
A pond, the dread corner, untidy
dogs, the torturer’s innocent tree.
Everything turns away: disaster, failure.
The delicate boy goes to sail.
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Extraordinary, Peter. Just extraordinary!
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and haunting.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful, especially the last line.
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ReplyDeleteThought i'd try my hand. [I cheated in changing 'forgot' to 'forget'.]
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Suffering wrong
they understood position,
how it takes someone else
opening dully,
how the aged must want to forget martyrdom.
Some untidy spot dogs their life:
the torturer's instance,
how disaster may splash.
The forsaken cry for an important sun
on the disappearing water,
the delicate must,
amazing sky.
AD: Wow. love it.
ReplyDeleteCool concept this carving is. I carved some words into smaller words, but never added or switched (I think :-).
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About suffering, wrong, how human it is:
A window, dully aged.
Reverent, passionate, miraculous must
be children who did not happen
at the edge. Never the martyr
in a corner where the dogs go,
the torturer behind a tree turns
from the forsaken.
For the sun on white legs--
disappearing, delicate, something--
the sky had to sail.
Nice, Steve.
ReplyDeleteI broke down words and took parts of words to make other words, too. There are no hard and fast rules.