Sunday, 20 October 2013

Minerva by C. H. Sisson


If silence were enough
I might well have it here,
And yet the word will puff
And blow until I hear

As it climbs the vast hill
From the dark pit where none
Can apprehend it till
It sees the distant sun.

In the pit only sleep;
In the sun only death:
One moment on the steep
It draws a waking breath.

I go to meet it where
It touches life at full:
‘Salut, mon fils, mon frère,
Touch hands, but do no pull.’

You pull, and I go down
Where silence holds me fast.
I pull, and with a frown
You mutter and push past.

Only a moment’s poise
Gives us a common mind,
Mere silence and mere noise
Shown up as being blind,

As when, before a form
Containing all I seek,
I recognise a norm
And do not try to speak.

C. H. Sisson, Antidotes (Manchester: Carcanet, 1991), 36.

Looking by C. H. Sisson


Look, looker, if you will,
But what you see,
That shape, that colour, still
Is no-wise me.

So beauty is a dream
And ugliness the same:
To seem, to seem, to seem
Is all that’s in a name.

C. H. Sisson, Antidotes (Manchester: Carcanet, 1991), 40.

The Birth of Venus by C. H. Sisson

The Birth of Venus

So she stepped naked on to the shore and broke
Into a thousand pieces as she awoke
To life in sunlight, and forgot the sea.
The spray blinded all to her symmetry.
Imagination saw a pearly flesh;
The hand that touched it found it cool and fresh,
And moulded it, complete from top to toe.
A liar then asserted that it was so.

C. H. Sisson, Antidotes (Manchester: Carcanet, 1991), 28.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Evolution by Edwin Brock


One wave
sucking the shingle
and three birds
in a white sky

one man
and one idea
two workmen
and a concrete mixer

one wave
white walls
bird and sky

two workmen
and a concrete mixer

white walls
wave and windows
bird and sky

wave and white rooms
walls and windows
lights and sky

five hundred men
and a computer

desks and days
white walls
lights and
one computer

rooms and men
one computer
desks and days

rooms and windows
desks and lights
lights and days
and days and rooms

desks and rooms
days and lights
daylight in
and days
in desks
and days
in days

and one man
dreaming of

one wave
sucking the shingle
and three birds
in a wide sky

Edwin Brock, A Cold Day at the Zoo (London: Rapp and Whiting, 1970), 16-7.

Autobiography by Edwin Brock


Draw three sides
of a square

cap it with
an inverted vee

call it a house

imagine the house

call it a home

pin this picture
to a wall

travel by the sea

throw stones
for dogs

eat sleep
arrange things

quietly by the sea

the dogs

and the stones
have gone

then travel

to three sides
of a square

capped with
an inverted vee

imagine it

and arrive

Edwin Brock, A Cold Day at the Zoo (London: Rapp and Whiting, 1970), 11.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Fragment of a Greek Tragedy by A. E. Housman

              Fragment of a Greek Tragedy

                                        Alcmaeon, Chorus

CHO.     O SUITABLY-attired-in-leather-boots
               Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
               Whence by what way how purposed art thou come
               To this well-nightingaled vicinity?
               My object in inquiring is to know.
               But if you happen to be deaf and dumb
               And do not understand a word I say,
               Then wave your hand, to signify as much.
ALC.      I journeyed hither a Bœtian road.
CHO.     Sailing on horseback, or with feet for oars?
ALC.      Plying with speed my partnership of legs.
CHO.     Beneath a shining or a rainy Zeus?
ALC.      Mud's sister, not himself, adorns my shoes.
CHO.     To learn your name would not displease me much.
ALC.      Not all that men desire do they obtain.
CHO.     Might I then hear at what thy presence shoots?
ALC.      A shepherd's questioned mouth informed me that—
CHO.     What?  for I know not yet what you will say—
ALC.      Nor will you ever, if you interrupt.
CHO.     Proceed, and I will hold my speechless tongue.
ALC.      —This house was Eriphyla's, no one’s else.
CHO.     Nor did he shame his throat with hateful lies.
ALC.      May I then enter, passing through the door?
CHO.     Go, chase into the house a lucky foot,
               And, O my son, be, on the one hand, good,
               And do not, on the other hand, be bad;
               For that is very much the safest plan.
ALC.      I go into the house with heels and speed.


                    In speculation                                                             Strophe
               I would not willingly acquire a name
                    For ill-digested thought;
                    But after pondering much
               To this conclusion I at last have come:
                    Life is uncertain.
                    This truth I have written deep
                    In my reflective midriff
                    On tablets not of wax,
               Nor with a pen did I inscribe it there,
               For many reasons:  Life, I say, is not
                    A stranger to uncertainty.
               Not from the flight of omen-yelling fowls
                    This fact did I discover,
               Nor did the Delphic tripod bark it out,
                    Nor yet Dodona.
               Its native ingenuity sufficed
                    My self-taught diaphragm.

                    Why should I mention                                                Antistrophe
               The Inachean daughter, loved of Zeus?
                    Her whom of old the gods,
                    More provident than kind,
               Provided with four hoofs, two horns, one tail,
                    A gift not asked for,
                    And sent her forth to learn
                    The unfamiliar science
                    Of how to chew the cud.
               She therefore, all about the Argive fields,
               Went cropping pale green grass and nettle-tops,
                    Nor did they disagree with her.
               But yet, howe'er nutritious, such repasts
                    I do not hanker after:
               Never may Cypris for her seat select
                    My dappled liver!
               Why should I mention Io?  Why indeed?
                    I have no notion why.

                    But now does my boding heart,                                 Epode
                    Unhired, unaccompanied, sing
                    A strain not meet for the dance.
                    Yea even the palace appears
                    To my yoke of circular eyes
                    (The right, nor omit I the left)
                    Like a slaughterhouse, so to speak,
                    Garnished with woolly deaths
                    And many shipwrecks of cows.
               I therefore in a Cissian strain lament;
                    And to the rapid,
               Loud, linen-tattering thumps upon my chest
                    Resounds in concert
               The battering of my unlucky head.

               ERIPHYLA (within). O, I am smitten with a hatchet's jaw;
               And that in deed and not in word alone.
CHO.     I thought I heard a sound within the house
               Unlike the voice of one that jumps for joy.
ERI.        He splits my skull, not in a friendly way,
               Once more: he purposes to kill me dead.
CHO.     I would not be reputed rash, but yet
               I doubt if all be gay within the house.
ERI.        O! O! another stroke! that makes the third.
               He stabs me to the heart against my wish.
CHO.     If that be so, thy state of health is poor;
               But thine arithmetic is quite correct.

The New Oxford Book of Light Verse, ed. by Kingsley Amis (Oxford, London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1978), 176-9.