Sunday, 9 February 2014

Two Poems About Language


1. A Note to the Difficult One

This morning I am ready if you are,
To hear you speaking in your new language.
I think I am beginning to have nearly
A way of writing down what it is I think
You say.  You enunciate very clearly
Terrible words always just beyond me.

I stand in my vocabulary looking out
Through my window of fine water ready
To translate natural occurrences
Into something beyond any idea
Of pleasure.  The wisps of April fly
With light messages to the lonely.

This morning I am ready if you are
To speak.  The early quick rains
Of Spring are drenching the window-glass.
Here in my words looking out
I see your face speaking flying
In a cloud wanting to say something.

W. S. Graham


2. Words

Go at it again,
fling them around,
give it to them,
let them bitch, the whores,
whip them,
put sugar in their mouths,
blow them up, globes, pinch them,
suck their blood and marrow,
dry them up,
cut their balls, 
cover them, cock of the walk,
wring their necks, cook,
pluck them,
rip their guts out, bull,
drag them down, bullock,
make them, poet,
make them eat their own words.

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