Eva Moe

Tag: a.e. housman

  • Re: Housman

    I to my perils
    came not like A.E. Housman
    “clad in armor by stars benign”
    I swam to them in my PJs
    hair kinked, water logged
    and trouble was a bonfire.

    Trouble was the thing he kept his mind on huh
    Trouble was the thing he took to supermarkets
    hoping This was the day
    right by the spinach
    he could be a true and worthy victor
    ‘cause his mind was in the game.
    Did he want to prove himself stronger than us
    the mortals who wished for everything sweet

    I wished too hard for time to pass
    and passing is the great gift and curse of prickly knees.
    I tugged myself through marshes by tufts of leg hair
    to which I gleamed a shining eye to Hope
    I’d not trifle with a fleeting love
    or luck money or mock fame.

    Turns out every part of me is mortal fool,
    and Housman, he’s under the stars
    Hands behind his head, grinning
    because he left out a stanza.

  • A.E. Housman notebook poem

    It’s been a while since I wrote here and I’ll tell you why. JOBS. Two of them.

    This is newly written, and like my earlier stream of consciousness poem, I took a whole page and threw out some words.

    here’s a legible version:

    I to my perils
    came not like A.E. Housman
    clad in armor by stars benign.
    I swam to them in my PJs
    water logged, hair kinked
    and trouble was a bonfire.
    I was the mosquito and the jet was my blood meal.
    Whoever shaved before 8th grade wished too hard for time to pass
    and passing is the great curse and gift of prickly knees.
    I dragged myself through marshes by tufts of leg hair
    to which I gleamed a shining eye to Hope
    I’d not trifle with a fleeting love
    or mad money and me, the poet,
    the victim of my own desires.
    If I was a better friend, the last line
    would have been my own design.