Robert wrote poetry
Robert wrote poetry
best
when he was in love
and love making
lit the flames
inside him
he was a failure
at farming
but cultivating
woman gave him
pause to write
upstairs in the
loft at a table
after following
the plough
his sister
would sneak up
and read his poetry
when he went back
to the field
he planted with
ruined seed
his seed
grew in women
and he drank
with his bawdy
friends
and sober repented
of his trangressions
women
were his
weakness
and words
his salvation
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Love the interplay between words and women, especially
he was a failure
at farming
but cultivating
women gave him
pause to write
Oh what a rogue and peasant slave was he!
Great poem about a great poet who once said: “I am but a timid calculating soul, always intent on the main chance.” But of Robert we know too much & understand too little. No matter how we get after the man, there’s always the verse:
“The hurt is not enough
I long for weight & strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length”
Jim, you know him better than most and you quote his verse appropriately. I appreciate you.
I was going to say what Sylvia said. I also like the sister sneaking up to his room. And the economy of the poem.
The sister was drawn to his poetry like a moth to the flame.
love closing stanza
The end is a good place to get out of the way of the poem.
I think it’s all been said above.