13 February 2012
Tuesday Poem: 'Strangers on a Tram' by Fleur Adcock
(If you can't view the video, which should be embedded above, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfFFUilx2EI)
Fleur Adcock was one of the first New Zealand woman poets I discovered. And, what's more, she was even from Wellington! (Sort of - she'd already left the country by then.) I remember getting out those slim hard-back books of hers out of the school library, reading and re-reading. Reading lines like 'poetry is the most important thing', and being totally inspired.
The poem above is a new one to me - it's from a new collection, Dragon Talk, which was published last year. I'll have to go track it down.
06 February 2012
Tuesday poem: 'Vital Melancholy'
Vital melancholy
The first time you took me
to your home
town you brought me here
to the cemetery
Already you knew me
my penchant for graveyards
Wound tight with desire
we meandered between the rows
more than half immersed
in each other
You showed me
the hill where you camped one Halloween
where you ran home in fear
the shortcut
I was shocked to realise
only six years later
the romance has gone
from death
and gravestones make me sad
Your hand holding mine
keeps me from the earth
holds me in the sky
I never felt
I had anything
to lose
before
Two nights ago
driving the storm road
beside the lake
I realised I was afraid
Now knowing that the world
is frightening
for children because
they don’t understand it
and frightening for grown ups
because they do
I decided to post this poem (previously published in My Iron Spine) today because the last stanza is about driving beside Lake Taupo in bad weather, and we've just got back from a long weekend in that same area of the world. We had a quite different experience of bad weather on the way up - fog on the Desert Road. That can be quite a tense road at the best of times, but in the fog it was something else. I've had a go at writing a poem about that eerie but cool experience, but it needs some work.
Hope you've all had a pleasant Waitangi Day, whether you're in NZ or elsewhere.
The first time you took me
to your home
town you brought me here
to the cemetery
Already you knew me
my penchant for graveyards
Wound tight with desire
we meandered between the rows
more than half immersed
in each other
You showed me
the hill where you camped one Halloween
where you ran home in fear
the shortcut
I was shocked to realise
only six years later
the romance has gone
from death
and gravestones make me sad
Your hand holding mine
keeps me from the earth
holds me in the sky
I never felt
I had anything
to lose
before
Two nights ago
driving the storm road
beside the lake
I realised I was afraid
Now knowing that the world
is frightening
for children because
they don’t understand it
and frightening for grown ups
because they do
I decided to post this poem (previously published in My Iron Spine) today because the last stanza is about driving beside Lake Taupo in bad weather, and we've just got back from a long weekend in that same area of the world. We had a quite different experience of bad weather on the way up - fog on the Desert Road. That can be quite a tense road at the best of times, but in the fog it was something else. I've had a go at writing a poem about that eerie but cool experience, but it needs some work.
Hope you've all had a pleasant Waitangi Day, whether you're in NZ or elsewhere.
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