Long Genera Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GENERA editions by Colin Simms,...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 1 by T. Wignesan

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Argh...fresh out of reading material!

Hence... what better opportunity, I aver with zeal
presented to one local everyman token schlemiel
keystone state (Pennsylvania) three score lifelong
trumpeting resident in United States commonweal
experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms I feel

plenti linkedin with...

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We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose...

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The journey began from birth
 Since presented out into this life,
 The brow beating experience,
 Gloom besetting this vagabond soul
 Are harrowing like the trail in front,
 The ancestors had proclaim the future
 To be...

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Poetic Verses, Words Composed, To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky...

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Words To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier...

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Suddenly Swans

I was at a lake, so beautiful lake and just before sunset;
There arose in the timid cooling waters a royal bird;
Genera Cygnus so lovely long neck with webbed feet;
Grace and beauty associated with love,...

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As dusk gives way, a great delight
The forest comes alive
At first, it's slow
Now off they go
They flourish, nay, they thrive!

The motivating force, the drive
Behind the wondrous glow
To find a mate
A longing sate
But little do they...

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See the symphony of light o’er the sea.
Softly the agony resends softly. 
Free rising orb setting harmony free.
Brightly absorb with a song so brightly.

Aurora  light from morning aurora.
Song of the night is now operas'...

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A day wherein to wake warm sun to drench,
while it hangs temptingly reaching nature's
ravenous hunger only sun doth quench.
As warm in wild or tame heart leal creatures. 

Benign spring upon buds slowly open,
sweeping gold hay-field...

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But lo! What creature to my clutches wings
Attracted by fallacious promises
And curious to taste my sweet delights?
My scarlet beauty fashioned to bewilder
Shall tantalize this unsuspecting prey
And cause the wretch to plunge into my depths.
I’ll ...

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