a love/hate relationship

needing words

I am looking for new/old poetry that is at least new to me! I would love some suggestions. If you have a favorite poet, and more specifically a favorite collection of poems by that favorite poet, please do share it with me. I’ve ordered several new books, but they are in transit. And, I’m always looking for an excuse to buy more books. Really, who isn’t?

I stumbled across this poem by Carol Ann Duffy, and it really caught my eye. I thought I would share it with you, whoever you are, you curious internet stalkers! Here you go:


I put two yellow peepers in an owl.
Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile.
Spiv. I sew the slither of an eel.
I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule.
Wild. I hold the red rag to a bull.
Mad. I spread the feathers of a gull.

I screw a tight snarl to a weasel.
Fierce. I stitch the flippers on a seal.
Splayed. I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.


One response

  1. TheKarlos

    Law Like Love by W. H. Auden

    Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
    Law is the one
    All gardeners obey
    To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.

    Law is the wisdom of the old,
    The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
    The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
    Law is the senses of the young.

    Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
    Expounding to an unpriestly people,
    Law is the words in my priestly book,
    Law is my pulpit and my steeple.

    Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
    Speaking clearly and most severely,
    Law is as I’ve told you before,
    Law is as you know I suppose,
    Law is but let me explain it once more,
    Law is The Law.

    Yet law-abiding scholars write:
    Law is neither wrong nor right,
    Law is only crimes
    Punished by places and by times,
    Law is the clothes men wear
    Anytime, anywhere,
    Law is Good morning and Good night.

    Others say, Law is our Fate;
    Others say, Law is our State;
    Others say, others say
    Law is no more,
    Law has gone away.

    And always the loud angry crowd,
    Very angry and very loud,
    Law is We,
    And always the soft idiot softly Me.

    If we, dear, know we know no more
    Than they about the Law,
    If I no more than you
    Know what we should and should not do
    Except that all agree
    Gladly or miserably
    That the Law is
    And that all know this
    If therefore thinking it absurd
    To identify Law with some other word,
    Unlike so many men
    I cannot say Law is again,

    No more than they can we suppress
    The universal wish to guess
    Or slip out of our own position
    Into an unconcerned condition.
    Although I can at least confine
    Your vanity and mine
    To stating timidly
    A timid similarity,
    We shall boast anyway:
    Like love I say.

    Like love we don’t know where or why,
    Like love we can’t compel or fly,
    Like love we often weep,
    Like love we seldom keep.

    March 2, 2010 at 2:41 pm

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