Michael Walker

Gold Star - 23,960 Points (cv48488)

Sport. - Poem by Michael Walker

Pour lui
La vie
Doit etre
Le frisson
D'un grand tambour
Qu'on bat avec des batons rapides
Alors a l'heure finale
Les lumieres s'eteignent
Et il n'y a point de musique
Et la mort devient
Un cabaret vide
Et l'eternite un saxophone pas souffle
Et hier
Un verre de gin
Qu'on but il ya

- 'Sport'. Langston Hughes (1902-1967) .
From 'Poems 1921-1930'.

Topic(s) of this poem: sport

Form: Found Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

'The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes', Ed. Rampersad, Roessel, op cit, p.116.
This is the life of famous sports stars: it is good only while it lasts. The imagery from nightclubs, drinking, and jazz is typical of Hughes's style.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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