I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.
I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I
skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone's inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.
I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.
And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.
This is Prose. Putting in a 'line break; in an odd position doesn't make it poetry.
Starts poorly but the later stanzas are good. Mind you I prefer Wallace Stevens. He didn't around the States on a dime. He just wrote Great poetry.
I have not padded through the Taj Mahal, barefoot, listening to the space between each footfall picking up and putting down its print against the marble floor. a fine poem. tony
If I the real me by the inside and outside no one does anything harmful for me!
I find the comments here, different! On all the other poems I have so far read, not one negative or critic, was beginning to think every poem was good, I suppose it is for someone.! I quite liked the poem. Do we think this poet has broader shoulders than the rest? Constructive hopefully, we could all do with that
I have not padded through the Taj Mahal, barefoot, listening to the space between each footfall picking up and putting down its print against the marble floor. print against the marble floor. wonderful description. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely is weaves together human experience for us all, his closer to home experiences count for as much as the romantic ones he describes. Very tender and inspiring. Again I feel why it works is that it appeals to us all we've had not dissimilarly evreyday experiences that have enriched us, and I guess we end up reflecting on the title that what did they do to us? Yep, this one resonated with me.