I have to decide whether the time has come to transfer my belongings from my
winter jacket to my summer jacket as time approaches for the pub. I also
have to think whether to give the car its first wash in months this
afternoon. But first I will stick in a little poem from thirteen years
ago...
Names
I sit in the silence.
I have no words.
I have a name.
I write it down.
Gallus was the first of us,
Inventor of the Latin elegy;
Charmer of Cleopatra at the tomb window,
While Asinius Pollio crept up behind her
With the embracing blanket.
He loved Lycoris, and wrote it;
But Antony stole her away.
Not a word survives;
Proscribed by Augustus.
He is part of my name,
All that exists of him is in the Eclogues.
I have a name.
I write it down.
Daedalus, inventor of magic;
In the countries of the future
They will remember him.
Architect of Knossos,
Designer of the Labyrinth.
You give us a good reputation,
Citizen of the axe.
You were at the beginning.
I sit in the silence.
I have no words.
I was born a god.
Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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