1. 22:28 20th Jun 2012

    Tags: poetry

    From a poem, Keats By The Spanish Steps - Andy Kissane.

                             Young Severn,
    bless his patience, would not give me laudanum today,
    but has rigged up—ingenious trick—

    a row of candles connected by a thread.
    When one candle snuffs out, the next one spits
    and crackles into life, then rises

    with the hue of marigold, as if a field of oats
    is waving in the winnowing wind, this flame
    burning on and on, into the posthumous night.


    © Andy Kissane 2011

    posted at Meanjin