Late Harvest: Collected Poems
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Threnody
This story must end as a threnody
For poets know that lovers disappear,
(Crying out: Liebende, seid ihrs dann noch?)
Leaving only ashes and faded petals
In the rose garden with leaf-clogged fountains,
Where no birds sing, cold breezes blow at nightfall,
And the maze echoes with lost childrens voices,
As the ruined house settles into silence
Among the yew trees shading tumbled graves,
Where crumbling names sink into mossy stone
And time takes back what it so briefly dealt.
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Late Harvest - J.D. Frodsham
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Contents
I POEMS
Threnody
Thin Ice: A Haibun
The Wheel
Love All in Colonial Algeria
Affairs of State, August 1962
Missing You: 1440
High Tatras
Humble Apology for a Grave Breach of Propriety and Decorum
Lucy
Secret Agent: A Riddle
Prospero to Miranda: His Testament
Grown Old, I Walk through Gathering Dusk
Vision
Elegy for Thelma Challenor, aged 10
Colours of Twilight
Winter at Red Rock, Hoylake
Coastal Exile
Sea Shanty
Life Cycle
Fading Beach Snapshot
Exam Time
Epigram: Wind Chimes
With thanks for astrological counsel
Dead Leaves (Les feuilles mortes)
Infirm of Purpose
In memory of our Jaya, who died 30/12/1999 after spending only ten months with us
Lyric: Jasmine Garland
Cen Can
Cen Can
Cen Can
II CLASSICAL POEMS
Julian in Athens: 351 C.E.
By Imperial Order, Julian II Contemplates the Head of Gallus (354 CE)
In the Antioch Suburbs (From the Greek of C.P. Cavafy)
Julian II in Nicomedia
Epigram: Hades
Song
The Song of Peleus to Thetis
Classical Abduction
Easter Rising
Eurydice
Epitaph for the Tomb of Flavius
Poems from the Ancient Egyptian
III LIGHT VERSE
Distraught Philosophers Woo Aletheia (Truth)
Nietzsche Foresees the Future of Literary Criticism
In a McClass of His Own
Light-Hearted Verses for Grandchild No. 10, Master Rafe James Haslehurst Esq.
Clever Cats
Great Literature for Dummies
Ophelia Muses on the Glass of Fashion
On Reading Bettina Arndt’s Sex Diaries (2009)
Note left for an Icebox
Cancer in a Smart Suburb
The Quadratic Formula Case: Mafia Style
ENDNOTES
I
POEMS
Threnody
Wer, wenn ich schriee, höre mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen?
(So who then, even if I shrieked, would hear me among the angel orders?)
(R.M Rilke, Duineser Elegien)
That which speaks to me about the humane…are the figures of those who died young and the loving….Through both these figures the humaneness is blended into my heart, whether I want it or not.
(R.M. Rilke, Letter to A. Kolb)
Ha gente na fica na historia
Da historia a gente.
(There are people who remain a part of us
Becoming part of our own story.)
(Jorge Fernando, Chuva: Fado).
When the World War to end all wars was over
And planning for our next war under way,
With other wars, not ours yet, burgeoning
In distant countries bearing half-known names,
Wars laying ambush for us, steel unsprung,
Weary of war and sick of war’s alarms
I sought brief solace in less lethal arms.
At eighteen, Eve was also fresh from school,
A Ladies’ College siren, slim and blonde,
High-breasted, swan-necked, rose-lipped, azure-eyed,
Her smile bright as a blade. Though intertwined
Shrouded in darkness in a dream-palace,
(Sole sanctuary for lovers in their teens
When Church and State conspired to keep us pure),
Our thwarted passion left our thirst unslaked
Without the solace of that Grecian Urn¹
For we were fated both to fade and grieve.
That wintry week, a thoughtful War Office
Had sent a Christmas gift, my conscript card,
(Too young to vote, just old enough to kill).
Long years of separation loomed ahead.
Such severance leaves love bleeding, if not dead.
When king and country call, your number’s up.
The hemlock’s brewed! Drink boldly from the cup!
To tell but the truth,
We lived among losers,
Puritan provincials,
In a land that was lamed,
Damaged by Depression,
Shabby and scarred,
Tired and tawdry,
Worn out by wars,
Battered by bombing.
Forty years of folly
Had dragged us down
To a ramshackle ruin
Ineptly administered
By arrogant asses,
Braying buffoons,
Oxbridge oafs;
Traitors at the top,
Whores in high places,
(Harlots like Hollis,²
Filth like Philby).³
On misshapen monuments
We mourned mass murders,
Flesh of the fallen
Fettered to stone,
Incised in iron,
Name after name,
Squandered and scattered.
Broken the banners
Of ruined regiments
Blazoned battalions,
Decimated divisions.
Were we too destined
To die with devotion,
Unquestioning idiots,
Massacred morons,
Asinine armies
All annihilated?
Schlachtfeld! Battlefield!
Mordesmorde Murder on murder
Blinzeln Blink
Kinderblicke⁴ Children’s sight
For I was set to go and ‘play the game,’
Stiff lipped and nonchalant, the ‘old school’ style,
Befitting scions of a Brigadier,⁵
(Courageous veteran of two world wars,
Still walking stiffly from the wounds he bore),
In hopeless rematch with an ageless ogre
That had devoured grandfathers and fathers,
Killed half our kin, slaughtered wailing children,
Defiled our mourning mothers, weeping wives,
And now was gearing up to do to us
What Minotaur had done to Greek ephebes,
Its expertise perfected by long practice,
Ingeniously improved technology,
Strange artifices meant to expedite
The mathematics of Apocalypse,
Mutual assured destruction by consent
Till, surfeited, earth could not hide the slain.
Times were brutal then, our winter icy,
And hearts grown hardened as the frozen soil;
Since love was rationed tighter than our food
And sex become an obscene, sniggering word,
We hungered vainly, dreaming of a life
Less circumscribed by harsh necessity
Than this one where the State’s Medusa glare
Might turn us all to headstones, row on row.
‘Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori’.⁶
(Horace, Poet Sycophant to emperors,
Stern advocate of soldiers’ funerals
Along with Virgil, sonorous as geese).
I filed my call-up with my Latin verse,
Then crept back to my place in Plato’s Cave.
Since ‘Carpe diem!’ was my watchword then,⁷
Intent on death, I plucked my roses fast.
For ‘true to one another’ did not mean we’d last.⁸
‘With luck,’ I’d tell her, ‘We’ve five years to go;
Russian roulette’s a short and lethal game.
When Stalin sows our killing fields we’ll see
Red dragon’s teeth spring up as fighting men,⁹
And then our ignorant armies, East and West,
Locked in blind struggle by this darkling Rhine,¹⁰
Will join those vanished legions Varus led
Through German forests where black trees eat men,
Grim Felsenfeld, where blood drizzled like rain.¹¹
That Christmas Eve a snow storm swooped on us,
Holding us captive in a snowbound house,
Parents away, alone with the TV.
Then, just as ads were fading from the screen,
And darkness drowned our auditorium,
With unseen angels caroling of peace
To shivering sheep and shepherds all unwashed,
Capricious Eve lavished largesse on me,
A gracious gift richer than Orient pearls,
Dazzling as diamond, rarer than radium,
As unexpected as munificent.
As Merteuil