> What is a "daycallen"?
An entirely made-up compound, Frederick
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Dave
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Frederick Pollack" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, October 26, 2001 12:10 PM
Subject: Re: An Untitled Poem
> david.bircumshaw wrote:
> >
> > An illusion of sufficiency adhered
> > to the world; an impression held
> > of great battles lost on the knives
> > that blue heroes shone on waste
> > lands and night's wide. Was it that
> > an answer at last had stitched itself
> > inside? Was it that the taste
> > of days had not this time dribbled
> > away in long leakages of savour?
> > Or that ghostly weather above,
> > smokily balletic as thoughts,
> > had seeded a fresh narrative
> > into the worn yarns of dried, inland
> > sailors? The heroes
> >
> > were blue, beaten, and fell like ice.
> > The sun was singing through them.
> > Their statues, that loomed like sirens
> > above each forgetting daycallen,
> > summoners of tyres, offices, tarmac,
> > hushed and evanesced in whispers,
> > like crowds startled into people.
> > For this breath, at least,
> > the poem emerged
> >
> > from the sky's head, and the thread
> > was spun, as to itself as lilies.
> >
> > David Bircumshaw
> >
> > Leicester, England
> >
> >
>
> What is a "daycallen"?
>
> "Crowds startled into people" is good.
>
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