Oh I was bewailng
the Ides of March
& how like a fickle lover
it could turn and
'smile and smile
and
still be a villain'
leaving me leave
the house
without coat or hat
& laugh at that
that I am caught out
drenched like a rat
or prepared
for all that
smile upon my heavy coat
(getting heavier all the while)
or the folly of
carrying an oversized brolly
or laughing now
as it turns out -
- side in & inside out
me & brolly
looking aghast
as it snatches
like a common thief
the aforementioned
brand new hat
& dashes off
out of sight down the road with it.
'Enough...enough! '
I've had enough!
Return to my abode
and stocking toed
feet cosily up
laugh at the enraged weather
making faces behind the glass
as I get stuck in
to Graham Greene
:) ...'as I get stuck in to Graham Greene'... it's a fresh fresh spring poem starting with the 'Ides of March' and ending stuck in Green :) Refreshing green lettuce in a delicious vitaminous salad of words :) . Excellent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enraged weather making faces behind the glass.......oh the luck of the Irish...you get all the best words. great to read.. and up with feet oh yea...