Itinerant red

  revenons, à
  nos moutons

     Consider how, when sought,
     The cliff-head whales that frequent
     The sunlit radius of Antarctica
     Tail down beneath its fields of rustling ice
     Then 30 minutes later raise
     Their rainbow spouts above a far lagoon.

   

   Information takes

   the whale's tack.

   It will come.

   An intelligent as-
   pect of Logue's i-
   dea rests on hints
   seen in the poem -
   that there is only
   one school of red.

   
    

   

Christopher Logue

All Day Permanent Red

  The First Battle Scenes

  of Homer's 'Iliad,' 

  Rewritten

Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2003©