The.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

The.(Translation) .

Je fouillais dans une caisse de the apres l'autre
comme elles flottaient le long de Key West

quand il m'arriva a voir 'Pythagore en Amerique':
le livre etait tombe ouvert a un signet

de the; un gland
de soie noire et humide d'un Missel;

la plume d'un oiseau a the.
Tout ce que j'ai dans la maison ce sont des restes

du calmar cuit dans son propre encre
et cette tasse de the malheureuse. Prenez-la. Buvez.

-' Tea'. Paul Muldoonb.1961. 'Paul Muldoon. Selected Poems 1968-2014', p.83.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: books,son
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem is typical of Muldoon's style: word play, conceits (images of opposites) , and opaque meaning. (I don't like the word 'pun' and use 'word play' instead) . Muldoon condenses a lot of meaning into few words-modernist and minimalist.
He was looking through 'tea-chest after tea-chest/as they drifted along in Key West', which must refer to galleons carrying tea-chests. He happened to see the book 'Pythagoras in America', which was left open at a ' book-mark/ of tea', like a tassel that marks page numbers in a Sunday missal for mass. It was 'a tea-bird's black tail-feather'.
All he has left in the house is some cooked squid and 'this unfortunate cup of tea. Take it. Drink'- an amusing conclusion. I would need no second invitation to drink a cup of tea.
I like the subtle humour in 'Tea'. It is deceptively simple.
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