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By patterjack
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14 August 2008 |
I apologise for this minor verse and its esoteric rather than erotic tenor. It is meant only to give me an intro to ,and to allow me to comment on, the challenge I mentioned in the reviews to my own work Bedroom Dancer.
I find myself unable to do justice to any poetic challenge which would require me to write about a male lover, and when I mentioned the possibility of challenge to Paula I referred jokingly to the number of others who might succeed in rising to it, be it from male or female viewpoint. A major reason for my diffidence may be found if anyone wishes to check Lullaby, by Auden. It would be hard to find a more wonderful opening line to a great love poem, even though some may not care for the fact that it is indeed written to another man.
Bedroom Excuse
Forget the sunlight on the garden,
forget the trailing clouds of glory,
narrow fellows in the grass we pardon;
this love's a different kind of story.
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Written by Phil (7001 comments posted) 14th August 2008 | Neatly done. Phil | Re -read this Written by patterjack (1435 comments posted) 26th September 2008 | It means more to me now than it did when I wrote it . But I wonder -- were there too many literary references crowded into its four short lines? patterjack |
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