Tuesday, 01 September 2009




Watching on telly
The famous poet being famous –
More famous, maybe,
Than Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
In the reign of good Queen Victoria.
When they didn’t have telly – 

It ought to be gall and wormwood,
Yet somehow it isn’t. 

He seems like a nice guy,
Patiently answering their questions,
Patiently supporting
The weight of being famous
Like Atlas supporting the globe. 

Or should one say
Like the demi-god Hercules,
Taking over from Atlas,
Arms and shoulders straining,
Unable to move
From where he is now
Because of the burden? 

He’s muttering under his breath
‘How long, great Zeus,
How long?
How long?’


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