Helen
We used to joke about Helen and
the boys from Troy
who fought a war for her beauty
stupidity
[I never told you this, but
you always looked like a Helen to me]
then one day like duckling turned swan
you gazed in the pond, flapped your wings,
and were gone.
I, shuffled my feet, stiffened my gaze
and tried to hold on.
[a shimmer] a distant blur...
so I remembered us the way we were.
A goddess and a mortal boy,
arguing about the fall of Troy.















Comments
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
I am looking into the last line factor... thoughts anyone?
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There is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
The Yeatsian factor is brilliant. It brings back memories of year 12 English. I love Yeats, and I love this poem. The only thing I have questions about is the necessity of the litle interlude, 'you always looked like a helen to me' or whatever it is. It seems to come out of nowhere, and maybe that is intentional, but I think the poem would be better left out, and I dont think it says anything you cant already assume from the rest of the poem.
Just a thought.
I love it Cork, this is possibly one of my favorite poems you have written.
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
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