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Tag Archives: ice

certainly a Captain, / but not America

12 Monday Feb 2018

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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1960s, 2016, 5*, America, authority, body, Captain America, eye, freedom, ice, light, movement, questioning, strength, thawing, time, walls, World War

                the body galvanised
                and plastic-strong hung

                for decades, walls of
                ice about his every

                frame, no space to gather
                movement no light to

                raise his eye, worshipped
                by the free who loved

                stature indifferent to
                wanton ministrations,

                thawed, at length, by
                paisley questioning,

                stoic non-authoritarian
                diminution, was released,

                certainly a Captain,
                but not America

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

light wormhole: river
time wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
walls wormhole: Batgirl –

 

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18 Wednesday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1997, 4*, fir, green, horizon, ice, Joseph, portrait, river, ship, Southampton

 

 

 

                                            by

                                            the
                                            long
                                            low
                                            wall
                                            by the water

                                            Joseph throws
                                            stones down to
                                            break the ice –

                                            green silhouettes
                                            of old fir trees –

                                            part of the horizon
                                moves behind as a
                                            cargo ship
                                            with containers
                                            like a neighbourhood

                                            enters the
                                            river mouth

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

green wormhole: altogether
horizon wormhole: ‘young trees all the same height …’
Joseph wormhole: dream
river wormhole: 1963

 

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
    • Chapter 10
    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
  • others
  • poemics
  • poeviews
  • teaching matters
  • William Carlos Williams
  • wormholes

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  • despite all / depiction
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  • POEM by William Carlos Williams
  • on / that / day
  • poessay XI – piquant love
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