THE MORNING AFTER
A Poundian Tailgater Bluesanelle
She lay beside me in the dawn,
The breaking dawn, the brooding dawn,
But the dew was chilly on the lawn.
I wished to sleep indoors, in bed,
But she preferred a grassy bed,
The breaking dawn, the brooding dawn.
The leaves of grass were wet and cold --
I thought that we would catch a cold,
For the dew was chilly on the lawn.
We woke and rose and she turned tail,
Ran indoors, stopped turning tail
That breaking dawn, that brooding dawn,
And now we’re sneezing, hacking phlegm
Here in bed, no longer phlegm-
atic: dew out on the lawn
Was chill and now it’s in our bones,
In our noses and our bones.
The dew was chilly on the lawn.
Damn breaking dawn, that brooding dawn!
Copyright © 2013 by Lewis Turco; all rights reserved.
An epitaph for Ezra Pound may be found here:
Critical material on Ezra Pound, including an essay titled "The Age of Pound, may be found here:
Visions and Revisions of American Poetry by Lewis Putnam Turco, Fayetteville, AK: University of Arkansas Press, 1986, 178 pp., ISBN 0938626493, cloth; ISBN 0938626507, paper. Melville Cane Award of the Poetry Society of America.