Yeats in the air

by Roberto Lavidez

I have

ranged in

rambling talk

with

an image

of air

vague

memories

nothing but

vague

memories

wound in

mind’s

wandering

as mummies

in the

mummy

cloth are

wound

my bodily

heirs may

find to

exalt a

lonely mind

befitting

emblems

of adversity

things

fall apart

the centre

cannot hold

mere anarchy

is loosed upon

the world

being too busy

in the air and

the high air

they cannot

hear my voice

but what’s

the meaning?

all thought

becomes

an image

and the soul

becomes

a body

I am not

afraid

while there’s

a rope

to run into

a noose

or wave

to drown

many times

man lives

and dies

between his

two eternities

heart smitten

with emotion

I sink down

my heart

recovering with

covered eyes

to this

and that and

t’other thing

deliver from

the crime

of death

and birth

remember

all those

renowned

generations

whether

they take

the upper

road

or stay

content

on the low

they left

their bodies

to fatten

the wolves

poor men

have grown

to be rich

and rich men

grown to be

poor again

I might

have thrown

poor words

away

and been

content

to live

and play

the bagpipes

in a golden

and silver

wood

none other

knows what

pleasures

man at table

or in bed

and I will

talk before

I sleep

and drink

before

I talk

rivers are

running over

with red beer

and brown

beer

while I must

work because

I am old

and the seed

of the fire

gets feeble

and cold

we tire

of the flame

of the meteor

before it

can fade

and flee

it’s certain

there is no

fine thing

since Adam’s

fall but

need much

laboring

come fix

upon me that

accusing eye

I thirst for

accusation

light is

man’s love

and lighter

is man’s

rage

does the

imagination

dwell

the most

upon a

woman won

or woman lost?

because

I have a

marvelous

thing to say

a certain

marvelous

thing

©robertolavidez2014