15
Sep
07

‘Don’t ask me…’

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Don’t ask me;
I have no recipe
for a poem. You
know the language,

know where prose ends
and poetry begins
There should be no
introit into a poem.

The listener should come
to and realise
verse has been going on
for some time. Let

there be no coughing,
no sighing. Poetry
is a spell woven
by consonants and vowels

in the absence of logic
Ask no rhyme
of a poem, only
that it keep faith

with life’s rhythm.
Language will trick
you if it can
Syntax is words’

way shackling
the spirit. Poetry is that
which arrives at the intellect
by way of heart.

-R.S Thomas

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