Francis Scarfe Poems
- Ode In Honour Evening is part of the jig-saw truth of ...
- Tyne Dock The summer season at Tyne Dock Hoisted my boyhood ...
- The Clock Far away is one who now is sleeping In the same ...
- Kitchen Poem An Elegy for Tristan Tzara In the ...
- Cats Those who love cats which do not even purr Or which are...
- The Merry Window The alabaster legs of the lonely woman hang...
- Progression See that satan pollarding a tree, That geometric...
Francis Scarfe was an English poet, critic and novelist, who became an academic, translator and Director of the British Institute in Paris.
He was born in South Shields; he was brought up from a young age at the Royal Merchant Seaman's Orphanage. He was educated at Durham University and Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge. He then studied at the Sorbonne.
While in Paris he wrote ... more »
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Ode In Honour
Evening is part of the jig-saw truth of her,
ply-wood ply-flesh, her insolent reply
blinding the ace with a straight shot to centre,
the woman's a delicate devil in twenty places
blander and blonder, tinder tenderly
setting the smiles on fire in men's faces.
On any evening gets you ready for dark
swathes and saves you for the magic carpet
spirits you anywhere anytime anyhow
over the bridges the tunnels the hills the foothills
the pools lakes oceans cataracts crystal floes
the mountains and fountains the antique windows of space,
the deserts orchards ...