Martin TURNER

Rookie (February 9th 1948 / London, Westminster SW1)

Lines For Alexander Blok - Poem by Martin TURNER

Bushels of light from the electric maples
float in the underpass.
Night enters the cemetery like a spade.

Only dawn has promised
erasure, blessed erasure
of all memories of this corner.

We have the look, we all
have the look of people who are waiting.
We eat from a bowl of sirens.

Only the long face
of night is not yet mottled,
the white face of night.

It is the night's last blessing.
Erasure, the long-promised
erasure will soon occur.


Comments about Lines For Alexander Blok by Martin TURNER

  • (7/13/2008 4:25:00 PM)


    My God Martin this is good. I hope Sue has used it for 10 X 3. It's incredibly atmospheric.

    'Night enters the cemetery like a spade' and

    'We eat from a bowl of sirens' are terrific, and you prepare the way for them so subtly.

    Stunning. A perfect blending of content and form.

    jim
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  • (6/24/2008 8:05:00 PM)


    I admire the tightness of this. 15 compressed lines, perfect in sound and image, and you've said it all. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008



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