HALF-DOOR DAWN

 

At the half door dawn, from

Kavanagh’s ditch came a fox

Looking at A. Fox. Keats guided

Me with a magic hand of chance

and a negative capability.

 

Lowell and Stevens said ‘yet

Why not say what happened.

The theory of poetry is theory

Of life’. Raymond Carver caught

My breath and I caught his.

 James Simmons had Muckish 

Portmuck over his shoulder.

Michaux and Pessoa showed me

Living with feeling. To these great

Men like fathers, I homage. Loving

Them all the way back to the source.

 

Enrapture encapture me,