“Generals Die In Bed”.. from The Lost Canadian, Vol.1, Early Poems, 3.99 ebook

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Generals Die In Bed”

no time for diffidence; the dream
of death, ordinary:
and inconvenient, leaving debts
we should have left anyway

those ghosts bleed into history,
thickening everything; the next
step may lead anywhere:
choose carefully with whom you associate

©Dean J. Baker

-excerpt from The Lost Canadian, Vol.1, Early Poems, 3.99 ebook

in admiration of the WW1 book Generals Die In Bed by Charles Yale Harrison, pub 1930.

My very latest books – memorable, and mind-expanding new work: poems which truly mark a radical departure from previous work in tone, scope, and vision.

CELESTIAL MIGRATIONS IN THE EMPIRE  $9.99 print, $3.99 ebook

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Beyond Yeats, Kavanagh, and Heaney: Paul Muldoon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s saying something but who cares what that it’s only recently I’ve discovered the work of Paul Muldoon.

And just before that, Derek Mahon. And before him, Patrick Kavanagh.

With Paul Muldoon the example below is from Moy Sand And Gravel, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and the Griffin Poetry Prize.

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With my back to the wall

and a foot in the door

and my shoulder to the wheel

I would drive through Seskinore.

 

With an ear to the ground

and my neck on the block

I would tend to my wound

in Belleek and Bellanaleck.

 

With a toe in the water

and a nose for trouble

and an eye to the future

I would drive through Derryfubble

 

and Dunnamanagh and Ballynascreen,

keeping that wound green.

 

© Paul Muldoon, from Moy Sand And Gravel, 2002

Farrar, Straus, and Giroux

 

©Dean J. Baker

CELESTIAL MIGRATIONS IN THE EMPIRE  $9.99 print, $3.99 ebook