Alison Croggon

(1962 - / Transvaal / South Africa)

Alison Croggon Poems

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1. Love: After The Triumph Of Death 5/24/2012
2. Here 5/24/2012
3. A History Of Rain 5/24/2012
4. I Will Stop Writing 5/24/2012
5. Good Friday 5/24/2012
6. The Visitor 5/24/2012
7. Sonnet: Thoreau In Chernobyl 5/24/2012
8. What I Am Saying 5/24/2012
9. Nocturne 5/24/2012
10. On The Death Of God 5/24/2012
11. Extracts From Antigone 5/24/2012
12. Great Aunts 5/24/2012
13. Possible Elegies 5/24/2012
14. Iseult 5/24/2012
15. Ode 5/24/2012
16. Owl Song 5/24/2012
17. Working Note – On Lyric 5/24/2012
18. Working Note – On Lyric 5/24/2012
19. Divinations 1 5/24/2012
20. Divinations 3 5/24/2012
21. Divinations 4 5/24/2012
22. A Requiem 5/24/2012
23. From Beowulf 5/24/2012
24. (untitled) 5/24/2012
25. A Digression 5/24/2012
26. Medea 5/24/2012
27. Child's Play 5/24/2012
28. Silence 5/24/2012
29. Lamps 5/24/2012
30. November Burning 5/24/2012
31. The Branch 5/24/2012
32. (untitled 2) 5/24/2012
33. It Is Easy To Forget Me 5/24/2012
34. Homage To Mr. Pound 5/24/2012
35. In The Hour Of Dogs 5/24/2012
36. The Duino Elegies: The Ninth Elegy 5/24/2012
37. The Duino Elegies: The Eigth Elegy 5/24/2012
38. The Duino Elegies: The Seventh Elegy 5/24/2012
39. The Duino Elegies: The Fifth Elegy 5/24/2012
40. The Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy 5/24/2012
Best Poem of Alison Croggon

Goodnight, Sweet Prince...

Such possessions as gore me pontificate from corners.
I am no longer solid but a speech of butterflies.
How it spills, when all is said and done:
It is hard to see virtue in the cold matter
Staining the floor - frills, cups, leaves, arquebuses,
Bile - the gross litters of meaning - the new king
Knitting up this mess in his brainless sinews,
Mere presence the answer to everything, the golden
Halo of a new dawn impressing all the peasants.

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It Is Easy To Forget Me

it is easy to forget me
I am a cloud in the corner of your eye
that vanishes in your direct gaze
when the rain comes

I would like to be
the whole of your sky
when the night falls over you
and hunger begins

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