Un Refus. Poem by Michael Walker

Un Refus.

Jim, cela ne vous fera rien, n'est-ce pas,
si je ne viens pas a votre fete?
une mort c'est assez, je ne vous tuerai
encore une fois, en rituel,
n'etant qu'un autre poete
qui vous connaissait plus jeune et jamais mieux,
je ne saurai guere sous quel chapeau ou quelle couronne
a vous saluer maintenant-
des baies, ou des myrtes, ou des epines,
ou lequel d'entre eux decore mieux
ce front serieux et ambigu.


Le dilemne c'est le mien, le votre aussi,
Jim, il y a toujours trop que
nous ne comprenons pas, trop que nous faisons, n'est-ce pas?
Les mots ailes n'ont pas de besoin de soutien,
et je n'en ai rien pour vous.

- 'A Refusal to Read Poems of James K. Baxter at a Performance to Honour his Memory in Cranmer Square, Christchurch'. Allen Curnow, (1911-2001) .

Friday, February 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Allen Curnow and James K. Baxter are two of New Zealand's best known poets even today. At first Curnow was like a mentor to the younger Baxter and they were close friends and colleagues. Then they quarrelled and fell out, permanently. Each was too proud to speak to the other ever again. That is why Allen Curnow refuses to give a reading of Baxter's poems at the Memorial Service in Christchurch. Curnow still uses the familiar 'Jim' to address Baxter but the last two lines are harsh indeed: 'Winged words need no crutch, / and I've none for you'.
Allen Curnow was one of my lecturers at Auckland in 1963. He lectured on Robert Browning's poetry, and I owe my lifelong interest in Browning to him. Although it some fifty years ago, I still remember Mr. Curnow very clearly.
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