Swarthy as oilcloth and as squat
as Sancho Panza
wearing a beret’s little stalk
the pear
itself suggests the application of some rigour
the finest blade
from the knife drawer
here
to freshen it is one slice and then another
the north fall south fall
facets of glacier
the snow-clean juice with a slight crunch that is sweet
I find lintels and plinths of white marble
clean angled
where there slides
the perfume globule
a freshness
like the breeze that is felt upon
the opening
of day’s fan
Enku
sculptor of pine stumps
revealed the ten thousand Buddhas with his attacks
the calligraphic axe
Rationalised shape shaped with vertical strokes
I have made of your jowled
buttocks
a squareness neatly pelvic
A Sunday of rain
and like a drain
a pipe that was agog and is chock-a-block the limber thunder
rebounds
and bounds
it comes pouring down
a funnel the wrong way around
broadcasts
its buffoon militance over the houses all afternoon
Undone
the laces of rain
dangle on the windows
now slicing iron
a butcher is sharpening
the light
of his favourite knife
its shimmers carving stripes into the garden
And I have carved the pear-shaped head
with eyes
close set
as pips that Picasso saw his poor
friend who had gone
to war
a cubist
snowman the fragrant and fatal Apollinaire
A Bowl Of Cubist Byddha Thoughts Spears a bowl of pears runs around the rim fruit of a Picasso cubist still life struck with vertical stokes calligraphic axe ten thousand Buddha stokes which perfume carve fruit of all lives Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Bowl Of Pears' by Robert Gray. Dedicated to the poet Robert Gray.
So much more than a bowl of pears runs around the rim fruit of a Picasso cubist still life, struck with vertical stokes the calligraphic axe the ten thousand Buddha stokes which perfume carve the fruit of all lives.
It doesn't get much better than this. The quirkiness of the images keep faith with the idea. MM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rationalised shape shaped with vertical strokes I have made of your jowled buttocks a squareness neatly pelvic.. beautiful poem indeed. tony