gary,
always a pleasure to read your work; no exception here. a few observations
below.
To Celebrate a Death: Lorca
The day they shoot the poet,
we dance around the fountain,
pour spiced wine and drink
until the bookstalls flood,
treason to the people defeated.
***the last line sounds a little ... ummm ... sterile, compared to the rest
of stanza 1 which is so lively and drew me in so well***
The laws passed, he was warned:
No more twisted metaphors,
coded similes, forbidden mysteries.
Only simple eulogies, jingles
and party slogans allowed.
***love the sound of "twisted - similes - mysteries"
while i like WHAT you say in the last two lines, i am not sure about HOW you
do it; it reads a bit too much like something off a list of rules *S* (keep
off the grass, no smoking allowed, no parking anytime) - but that may be
intended, and only my problem :) ***
The celebration lasts through the night,
sure we have cut away the disease -
until we hear a baby cry,
swallows return in spring,
wild lilies bloom along hedgerows.
***i don't think you really need the article at the beginning of the
stanza***
As bull's blood soaks the arena floor,
the sound of ink on paper echoes.
***wonderful couplet, but oh! that last line! it will echo.***
best,
michi
(Federico Garcia Lorca was shot at dawn August 19, 1939 with two
bullfighters and a school teacher. He was thirty-eight.)
Oct Michael Dean and poems for peace at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
*New* Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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