Campbell McGrath Poems
|3.||Releasing the Sherpas||10/11/2017|
|6.||Charlie Parker (1950)||10/11/2017|
|9.||Pentatina for Five Vowels||10/11/2017|
|10.||EMILY AND WALT||10/11/2017|
|11.||Joseph Brodsky In Venice (1981)||3/5/2014|
|12.||Shopping For Pomegranates At Wal-Mart On New Year's Day||3/9/2012|
|13.||The Prose Poem||12/13/2011|
|14.||The Human Heart||3/9/2012|
|15.||Nights On Planet Earth||12/13/2011|
|16.||An Irish Word||12/13/2011|
|17.||Hemingway Dines On Boiled Shrimp And Beer||1/20/2003|
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Hemingway Dines On Boiled Shrimp And Beer
I'm the original two-hearted brawler.
I gnaw the scrawny heads from prawns,
pummel those mute, translucent crustaceans,
wingless hummingbirds, salt-water spawned.
As the Catalonians do, I eat the eyes at once.
My brawny palms flatten their mainstays.
I pop the shells with my thumbs, then crunch.
Just watch me as I swagger and sprawl,
spice-mad and sated, then dabble in lager
before I go strolling for stronger waters
down to Sloppy Joe's.My stride as I stagger
shivers the islands, my fingers troll a thousand keys.
My appetite shakes the rock of the ...
An Irish Word
Canny has always been an Irish word
to my ear, so too its cousin crafty,
suggesting not only an appreciation of close-work,
fine-making, handwrought artistry,
but a highly evolved reliance on one’s wits to survive,
stealth in the shadow of repressive institutions,
“silence, exile, and cunning,” in Joyce’s admonition,
ferret-sly, fox-quick, silvery, and elusive.