This was the Daily Poem in the Daily Mail for August 4, 2003; I thought I ought to share it with you - especially with my long-suffering fellow conspirators/refugees from the Poetry Library site.
NEW MAN AS POET
Iíve never wandered like a cloud Ė
Although Iíve sometimes felt alone Ė
And daffodils, massed in a crowd,
Just make me wish they hadnít grown.
Iím not sure I would keep my head
If all about were losing theirs,
Iíd wildly run around instead
While knocking over all the chairs.
No mariner has stopped me short
When Iím alone, or one of three,
But surely shooting birds is sport
And not a cause of agony.
Iíve never been in Reading Gaol,
Where men each kill the thing they love,
Although it proves the average male
Is steel inside a velvet glove.
I have no urge to stop the clocks
Or feed some dog a juicy bone,
I was brought up to take hard knocks
The only death Iíll mournís my own.
My life, I think, is full of care Ė
Which is the fate of modern man Ė
With no time left to stop and stare
And wonder how it all began.
For when the distant curfew tolls,
And ploughmen plod their weary way,
I do not envy them their roles
And rush for my train every day.
I have not died, yet still I plead,
That you should only think of me
And write my epitaph to read:
ĎLess poet, more nonentityí.
Brilliant! A certain Mr Motion should look to his Laureate!
This seems to be a series of only slightly related epigrams or
Gnomic poems. I don't feel the unity I have come to hope for in my
own work or the work I read. His criticism of the non-caring
"modern man" seems pertinent but feels like it leaves most of life
out of the entity class. Still, he does the four footed Iamb well.
It's light verse, dennis.
As Poetry Library bingo goes, he's nearly got full house - now, if only he could wear purple, weave tangled webs or take a clattering train with his tribe (may it increase) to a place where nobody knows it but him.....
You have to have been there to understand the feeling.
Right one, Tigermonkey!
William Henry Davies.
Always in our thoughts.
And, Tigermonkey, don't forget those diamond glints on snow!