From Baudelaire Through Ashbery, A Poem (Final Revisions)

From Baudelaire Through Ashbery, A Poem (Final Revisions)

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I wish I wish I wish a bed of poems

I might I might like the emboiled Charles

Thread from the milky fever of an unrhymed reason.

I wish I had an attic cowcatcher, could scrape

The steeples clean of the wonderous songs of lunacy.

 

I wish my words might like Odd John’s

Mulligans be scored a birdie or

Tacked to a widow’s window shades before

She draws her garter and lamps out

The last whiff of a soiled dawn.

 

I wish I could conjure a blue Lily

Adorn a house with green shutters.

I wish I had Galt’s gift of blather,

The bladder of thirty years ago

When the wish of a second scotch was still not a wish.  



Ken e Bujold

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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When two poets just happen to have as a sideline each fulltime posts as critics .. & then some other geezer comes along & starts scribbling .. something BIG is bound to happen .. In this particular case, one mighty impressive bit o poetry is spawned .. and every single lines is a winner sir Ken .. with much respect .. Neville


Posted 11 Months Ago


Splendid, Ken. Not a misstep to be heard whether reading out loud or in silence.

Winston

Posted 11 Months Ago


This has a real old and ancient feel to it. A crossing of styles and a complex history deriving from a close study of those histories and styles. And that is all to the good because it assists the whole atmosphere of delicate beauty.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Ken e Bujold

11 Months Ago

thanks my friend. This was sparked by an Ashbery poem about a Baudelaire poem. Other than that, mine.. read more

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