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Con Chapman

Con Chapman
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Boston, Massachusetts, US of A
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September 28
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. . . is a frequent contributor to The Boston Herald, Cronk News, Fictionique and Punchnel's.

JANUARY 2, 2012 2:40PM

On Reading Yeats' 'In Memory of Major Robert Gregory'

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Two logs to make a fire burn,
one real, one fake,
for we have learned
that’s all an evening fire takes.

I sit and contemplate my fate,
prepare to read a bit of Yeats
but he soon robs my throat of words
and makes the world seem more absurd.

With sharp intake of startled breath
that presses down upon my lungs
I read of an untimely death,
a tale of one who died too young.

Let this be said, let this be done–
that I should die before my sons.
Let me to my grave first be called
Let them grow older, grey or bald.

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A sentiment we all share, beautifully phrased. I say it too.

I love Yeats' line "What made us dream that he could comb grey hair?"

Just a LOVELY post. Both smile and wince-inducing.
I've only willingly read poetry about three times in my life, but found myself entranced by a lecture author Frank Delaney gave about Yeats a few weeks ago at the Irish Heritage Center in Chicago. I'm going to have to find some Yeats on CD for the long drives to work...I still can't get the image of the leopard coloured trees out of my head!
Yeats is always worth the read. Some lines of his stick in my head forty years after I first read them. Read any issue of poetry magazine, or one of the other fashionable literary quarterlies, and try to find something comparable. You won't. Instead of Crazy Jane's "Love has pitched his mansion in/The place of excrement" you'll find guys saying how they hate their wife's/girlfriends c and a.
Sang song for a girl, and had just got started, when that terrible beauty silently farted.
One of my favorites. love.
Oh my gosh! Is that Yeats? What oddly phrased lines! First verse:
8 syllables
4 syllables
4 syllables
8 syllables

All subsequent lines
8 syllables

Is there a name for this sort of poetry?

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I was Replaying the soft guitar music.
Yeats must be spelled with no 'a' Yeats.
Yikes!
Idid that once and felt so very humbled.
I wondered off on a pogo stick and cried.
huh? ay.
heehaws.
I rode bareback with no socks on my feet.
Behave.
I felt like Lady GaGa or candy Lady Godiva.
She wore skimpy clothes a scolded politicos.
Lady Godiva warned Peeper-Tom & Kerry.
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I noticed @ Damon E. Waters you a FRied.
Kerry, me, George W. Bush, B/O? Call 9/11.
We people need s bit of natural\law counsel.
I was enjoying gentle music about a horse.
If lawyers or poet`Yeats get bad saddle itch?

Buy a green and red can of `Bag Balm for sore.
Bag Balm is a moo cow salve for crotch rot sore.
It cam be used in itchy ears . Farmers use for years.

My farmer son buys me a can. Farmers use on sore.
I use Bag Balm on my acute calf. Left calf go moos.
Serious - Damon's blog ref:` SF 1980 Tramps (Pt.2)

Bag Balm ointment has been used since 1899. Try it!
Kerry L. can wear a orange jail jumpsuit all years long!
He recalls high school wrestling. He was crotch lifted!
Pix--

I don't know if there's a name for it, or the Yeats poem if that's what you're referring too. I don't think Yeats was hung up on forms, but I may just be too unlettered to know when I'm reading a sestina or whatever. I read all of his poems last year, so may have been infected with the Irish romantic virus.
The Irish Romantic virus in the late 18th and early 19th century was called syphilis. Couldn't throw a rock at a man in that time and not hit one with it.