Least Assuages.*
least assuages how far you are,
where fingers tremble tip on end:
enough no more, tis not as sweet as before
the vine has poisoned into bitterness
the simple madness of john clare the poor
& all the fears of all the years
come home to roost, the lads who went to war,
said the joker kindly to king lear
& slain the jabberwocky no more roars
sings suibine sweetly from treetops clear,
so soft ye now nymph of thy orison,
john clare the poor knew he was lord byron.
*After TS Eliot
copyright robin ouzman hislop 2004
Ibis Poetry Magazine
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e(nough) no (more), tis (not) as (sweet) as be(fore) < < I love the internal rhyming (more)-->(before) and the masquline nature of rhymes...Often we see poets writing in feminine rhymes, which look deliberate and immitation of other great poets...yours are spontaneous and not contrived (when you rhyme)...EXCELLENT work, Robin...
Please join me for a discussion on T.S. Elliot (at FOS), we will start with W. B. Yeats Next week..
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