..aptness shall come from whence oh reticent phrase....
.........an excalibur to wield....
this is all i can recall
does anyone know the rest?
"The Reticent Phrase" by Robert Finch
"Aptness shall come from whence, reticent phrase,
to tinge precisely your pellucid wave?"
I can't find the words on the web.
...not found on the web!?? it canna' be!
...but, YES!, that is it! thank you!
THE RETICENT PHRASE
Aptness shall come from whence, reticent phrase,
to tinge precisely your pellucid wave?
Not through the naked nonchalance of chance,
like lightning down an uncontradicted sky.
Aptness is folded underneath your candour,
pooled in the polish of a reflective glaze,
wavers, dawdles, expands, a marine flower
idling up fluid doldrums to the surface.
The phrase, beating its music, preening its crest
against a critical oar, draws at the secret
till the day the oar rests as the wave sunders
and the fastidious implication emerges
a flower to pelt, an excalibur to wield.
[Hello there, Henry. Google having failed, I tried Copernic for this elusive fish, and caught it.]
Thank You so much!
Yes, well done, Stephen. I must try and introduce "pellucid" into conversation more frequently.
Good plan, Henry. Here's another poem -
Of course I am a friend of yours, within
The limits of expediency. My motto
Is expediency before principle. It ouoght to
Be yours, no doubt is, if not, soon will then.
And if I ever seem to double-cross you
Don't let it get you down. Get the same leaning.
Double-crossing has no derogatory meaning
If one succeeds. Not that I want to boss you
But we're a pair of animals, economic
Animals under the law of the jungle,
Cheek by jowl, and it doesn't do to bungle.
You won't if fit. There's nothing the fit can't stomach
Except that talk of yours about ultimate value,
Keep that up and I won't know what to call you.