A poet is a man who is glad of something and tries to make other people glad of it too.
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A piece written after the Brexit vote, becoming more relevant by the day… It refers to Shelley’s poem, The Mask of Anarchy, written after a worse catastrophe, the massacre at Manchester, known as Peterloo.
Lev, the Lion-Hearted Hare
Illustration by Deborah Ravetz
Extract from 300-line story-poem
Lev, lovely hare, long-legged, sped
Headlong over tussock, grassy hillock
Tumbled tunnels in the ryegrass
Wheat, rows of beet, threaded
Needle-like through tangled growth then
Angled out over open pasture, fast
Flowing wind rippling fur
He within it arrowed
As a salmon in a stream or
Falcon, falling death, descending like a dart.
Lev with his brother
Half-brothers and sisters
Tribe of browsers, nibblers
Under the hedge at the edge of morning
The first pale promise of dawn, drawn
Out to the bounty of fields, savouring
Sap, sorrel, clover
Crimson and white
Bitter vervain, vetch
Bitten bark of elder
Willow, aspen, apple
Bursting onto the palate, crushed
Coursing through blood.
Trickster, whiskered twitcher
Twisting this and every which-way
Ears silken sound-receivers
Each fine fur-fibre wired, tuned to
Every tick, click, cry, shudder
Of drumskin earth at fall
Of foot, claw, pad of paw.
Tensed in the light electric air, hare
A-quiver, aspen-hearted dodger
Dancer, fencer, puppet
Strung on a thousand strings.
Lev left with his brother, Bel
Born as their mother died
Orphaned at the roadside
Fostered by fortune, fending
For themselves, their first meal her last milk.
A COUPLE OF QUICK ONES:
I take a walk to find a poem
A rhyme that’s never quite at home
But leads you, like all roads, to roam.
*Faithful. This poem is based on these words by Rudolf Steiner –
Let your loyalty to another human being come about in this way: there will be moments — quickly passing by — when he will seem to you filled and illumined by the true, primal image of his spirit. Then can come, yes, will come, long stretches of time when your fellow-being seems clouded, even darkened. But learn at these times to say to yourself: The spirit will strengthen me; I will remember the true, unchanging image that I once saw. Nothing at all — neither deception nor disguise — can take it away from me. Struggle again and again for the true picture that you saw. The struggle itself is your faithfulness. And in those efforts to be faithful and to trust, a human being will come close to another as if with an angel’s power of protection.