I do not want to reflect any more
Envying, despising unreflective things
Finding pathos in dogs – undeveloped handwriting
Young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand
Flushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore.
The tide comes in and goes out, I do not want
To be always stressing its flux or permanence,
I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus
But to keep my eye only on the nearer future
And after that let the sea flow over us.
Come then, come closer, form a circle,
Join hands and make believe that joined
Hands will keep away the wolves of water
Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed
That no one hears them among the talk and laughter.
Ok, Day 26 of challenged us to remove sections from a long poem, that is, to perform ‘an erasure’. I chose one by Louis MacNeice but was loathe to remove anything from this wonderful writer’s work, so I’m not sure I’ve done a very good job!
Anyway, it’s been a busy week and tomorrow I’m off to Bernie McGill’s creative writing class in Ballycastle, so I’ll report back on Monday about that and also post my weekend poems! I also intend to work on my manuscript so… I will be embracing the busyness!