Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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,' 
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2003©


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