Craig Raine Poems
|2.||In The Kalahari Desert||1/13/2003|
|4.||In Modern Dress||1/13/2003|
|7.||An Attempt At Jealousy||1/13/2003|
|8.||The Onion, Memory||1/13/2003|
|9.||A Martian Sends A Postcard Home||1/13/2003|
A Martian Sends A Postcard Home
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings --
they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.
I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.
Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on ground:
then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.
Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the property of making colours darker.
Model T is a room with the lock inside --
a key is turned to free the world