Poem of the Week
A great fan of Mervyn Peake's poetry, Neil Hampton noticed this in Blackwell's Booskshop in Oxford. In response to the poetry he wrote this:
"Oh love, oh death, oh ecstasy"
A fie upon captivity ...
Oh endless day, oh barren night -
Tortured dreams and return of light.
Oh needless waste of precious time
Suburban life: the death of rhyme.
"Oh love, oh death, oh ecstasy"
A fie upon captivity ...
Oh endless day, oh barren night -
Tortured dreams and return of light.
Oh needless waste of precious time
Suburban life: the death of rhyme.
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Here's the original by Peake upon which, I think, the above is based
O LOVE! O DEATH! O ECSTACY!
O Love! O Death! O Ecstasy!
O rhubarb burning by the sea!
O day of nought – O night of doubt
Beneath the moon’s marmorial snout
Ah pity, pity me!
A voice across the coughing brine
Has sewn your spirit into mine,
O Love! it is for me to die
Upon your bosom noisily.
Along the cold, regurting
Shore we passed,
My arm around her irritating
Wasp-like waist
She likes it so.
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