Hi Leslie,
I've looked at this a couple ot times now...
And I'm interested in the "I" of the first line and the person (the "his")
in the last line. Is the "I" first seeing a basket and then a "pate" (a
head, I guess). I feel as if I can't yet feel enough about either person
mentioned here.
And I feel mischevious...
You say it's black and, to me, it sounds like Willie Yeats putting on his
glasses in a graveyard at midnight after a Guinness or two too many...
But, joking aside, I'm not sure the description "terse, black, comic" helps
me into the poem... I might discover something else!
Bob


>From: The Walkers <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Sub: Remains
>Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2004 07:15:09 -0000
>
>This is a terse black comic poem in two stanzas:
>
>
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>     I fixed my gaze on the ivory basket
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>     that once had been dressed so fine.
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>     Splendid regal habiliments of
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>     blanch blooms from the jade vine.
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>
>     Atopped by broken pate with yellow headstones set,
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>     with ne'er a clue, as how to, his demise was met.

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