This poem is taken from PN Review 53, Volume 13 Number 3, January - February 1987.
Ars est celare artem
homage to Louis MacNeice
Wish me luck bird, in appogiature from roof-top.
Whether the tune is mating or fighting or stating the
joint is
Yours as far as a bird can sing, it sounds like praises
Duly delivered, that roofs have aerials, that rain can
stop.
Wish me luck worm, whose moment has come, now
looking absurd
...
Wish me luck bird, in appogiature from roof-top.
Whether the tune is mating or fighting or stating the
joint is
Yours as far as a bird can sing, it sounds like praises
Duly delivered, that roofs have aerials, that rain can
stop.
Wish me luck worm, whose moment has come, now
looking absurd
...
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