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My Shout - Gordon McPherson
My Shout
Adelaide Winter
We are clutched by a species of hunger,
(Hunger unassuming, Australian),
We hurried citizens as we wander
Among the pale eddies of wind which run
Through the tattered rags of our daily time,
Treading so remotely and so removed.
A throng gusted and harrowed, we remind
Of Tartarus, yet loose among the day’s noon.
We behold your gaunt memorial buildings,
Sorrowful Stonehenges and obelisks,
Your glass-bound catacombs, uplifted things,
High raised, hi-tech, an ideologue’s fist.
Peeping listlessly at the third world’s shore,
Inert to what force moves its history,
Except to the lathering click of keyboards
And the buzz of light-speed mediocrity,
You drowse beyond the sting of any dream,
No sooth nor seer divining any doubt,
And your blood flows with usurer’s ease
To close accounts, to kick the tenants out.
Adult
I am startled
At the laughter of children
And startled too
At my surprise.
I note their behaviour
As some strange flower
Abounding on the hillsides
And pulling down
A nirvana of primary hues.
Their directness and incapacity
To defer or deform their emotions,
Their inborn genius for wholeness,
Startles me.
Even when some superego
Baubles them like ornaments
And in the wearing
Usurps their wealth,
Or where some zealot
Knifes them up with sin,
They remain so remote
From the contempt of adults.
And so remote must I be
From their mystic diamond bodies
That my own psychic shape
Makes its noises
And reasserts its startled form.
Ancient Airs
To sing
After three hundred decades
Of what can never be new again,
What other music but yours, Respighi,
Would the Muse employ, to give voice
In lyrical despair to the lichen
On those resounding forms
Of ancient stone,
In ancient airs?
In the tiny Italian peninsula
Where the greatest and the least,
From the Antonines to the contadini,
Have all left their stamp,
The Fascists rest on empty forms,
For swollen with an intensity
Unfocused on all but resignation,
They perceive through the fanatic’s haze
The melancholic exhaustion
Of their history.
They know, too, in the