Interpretations Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

INTERPRETATIONS


Fat fortune's made, flat wife Dow fed
rat’s force runes laid, bat - strife - ciao - bed.

Version I Final Hour
Undefeated, all round oppressed,
pun deleted, fall sound suppressed.

Version II Foresight
Insightful plans in stealth prepared
sin, night, culls man, win’s wealth despaired.

Version III Adultery
Distresses through, fears one must stifle,
mistresses two, years won, lust, trifle.

Version IV Dixit Spouse
He’d rule, make hay, term ends today,
heed fool, fake bay, worm wends to play.

Version V Dixit Daughter
Who hid himself behind his wealth
in failing health must part from pelf.

Version VI Dixit Son
Abusing all, refusing fall,
lewd now must stall, cued to Death’s call

Version VII Dixit Bureaucrat
Who played sly hand, f[l]ame fanned, cold dust,
grew, greyed, sigh banned, aim sand, old, bust.

Version VIII Conclusion
Statistics show life’s little glow
soon ebbs, tide’s flow goes where none know.
Bonanza dreams, boon nailed, no shows,
so stanza schemes soon fail, flow slows.


23 March 1975 revised 4 February 2009
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For previous version entitled The Art of Interpretation see below
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The Art of Interpretation

My fortune’s made,
my wife is fed;
my future’s laid,
and so to bed!


Version I: The Final Hour

In life I came off best,
my fam’ly’s fed and dressed,
now comes the final test, -
I go at Thy behest!


Version II: Foresight

My plans are laid deep,
my wife counts her sheep,
the profits I’ll reap!
I’m falling asleep...


Version III Adultery

My wealth I won at poker,
my wife is with her mother,
in the arms of another,
my mistress, fears I’ll smother.

23 March 1975