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capricornus capricornus
came a goat
smelling
of juniper
through an olive grove
beside
tiered vineyards
where are grown
the artful grapes
that staunch
the weep of wounds
covet
laughter
and moist lips
all that
to the tempo
of a chimeless clock
stopped
by a halted sun
without a hat
came a goat
scented by junipers
down a steep track
to the blue blue sea
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Thanks, Linda. I guess I wrote this to get me out of 'this grey rain soaked country'.
Cheers
Milner |
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| Made me think of hot vivid blue days in strange far away places. I 'm stuck here in this grey rain soaked country. Very lovely, very evocative...wish I were a goat! |
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Thanks, Orpheus. I try only to say look, listen. The rest is for the reader (audience).
Cheers
Milner |
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Comment by: - 2008-05-23 06:27
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I think this piece lends interesting interpretations if one anthropomorphises the goat.
I have an impression of stasis, of something that observes but no longer moves hidden in the imagery. A goat is perhaps a metaphor? The remembrance of joyful times - wine and laughter, is the center piece, something surrounded by a beast known for stubbornness and for gastronomic rapacity.
Nice imagery, well conveyed. Perhaps I read too much into the poem but interpretation has license. |
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Many thanks, Nicole, I do try hard on the sound as well as sense, so your comment much appreciated.
'Ditto', Sophia. |
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