Auden & Isherwood
strolling in China
trying to soak up
The War
by the process of
osmosis
staining it
with words
observe
(at first what seems)
green horses
but turns out to be
only white horses
painted green
for camouflage purposes.
That evening in Canton
also offering them
the futility of two men
trying to put a rat
into a bottle
a woman who lived
in a beehive
pouring water
into a sieve.
War knocks
over the inkwell
spills
into men’s lives
covers the white pages
of their wishes
makes the idea of Hell
...all too real.
The spilt ink eating
the words of men
who send letters home
and die in pain
never to return
only in other’s memories
& useless dreams
...marble memorials
while green horses
champ the grasses
the bridles & the bits
clanking & glinting
in the hot sun
of Now
as this last lost evening
dies.
enjoyed the read a keeper (which means i'm gonna steal something from it) liked a lot
Don't usually like political poems but this one was both fascinating and interesting and I enjoyed it so much. It made me think of things because it wasn't didatic and I was captured before I could mount my usual prejudice against it. Ya got me! I like the allusion to THE WIZARD OF OZ and your reading of Auden's Chinese sonnets. GinaXXX
Ink covered pages, making the idea of war all too real....how perfect a description.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ok ok but the feelings are quite clear