“Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!”
~Coleridge, “Kubla Khan”
“The poem was over.
The poet had performed.”
~Heaney, trans. Beowulf
Floyd Jamboree
He had again lost control of one leg | slapped his
thigh, stomped his flat foot and took off | heel,
toe, heel, toe | sweeping up like a tornado anyone he could find.
May have died and resurrected | here | on this floor
buried with his fern and feather hat | and bedroom slippers
has come back to tell us all | to teach us all
to dance | Never needed to learn | himself | master of the art
himself. Eternal motion of the spheres brought life to his
eyes | more full than imagination | and the night
must end | must ply plied floorboards and place our bard
back again | until the next Friday | when new folk come and
he greets them at the door: You are going to have the time of your life.
There are supposed to be some large spaces to take the place of usual punctuation, but they just wouldn't show up for some reason.
ReplyDeletethis stupid blog site doesnt left indent either...
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing this :)
radford is boring without you all.
The lines I have in here now are to represent the caesurae that were intended to be there.
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