Monthly Archives: July 2011

A Sonnet for Mary Magdalene

Today is Mary Magdalene’s day. and continuing my sequence of sonnets written in response to the church year I post this for her. As usual you can hear the poem by clicking on its title or on the ‘play’ button



Mary Magdalene

Men called you light so as to load you down,
And burden you with their own weight of sin,
A woman forced to  cover and contain
Those seven devils sent by Everyman.
But one man set you free and took your part
One man knew and loved you to the core
The broken alabaster of your heart
Revealed to Him alone a hidden door,
Into a garden where the fountain sealed,
Could flow at last for him in healing tears,
Till, in another garden, he revealed
The perfect Love that cast out all your fears,
And quickened you  with loves own sway and swing,
As light and lovely as the news you bring.

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A Pantoum for the Rain Man

Dylan in the rain

Well,I am back from California and soon I will post an account of my many adventures there. Meantime here is a poem which seemed to make lots of connections when I read it at my various poetry readings in San Francisco. Bob Dylan’s 70th Birthday celebrations were still stirring my dull roots with spring rain, mixing memory and Desire, so the echoes of his voice, and the exigencies of the Girton Poetry Group stirred me on to this. For more information on the ever-intricate and wonderful poetic form which is the Pantoum check out this site. I would enjoy it if any fellow Dylan enthusiasts would like to let me know which refrences they spotted, though I hope the poem works without their all needing to be reeled in. Rimbaud  gets a look in too. As to who the singer is, who asks the question, I merely observe that tho Dylan sang “Is your love in vain?” on Street Legal, the album that chronicles the brink of his conversion, before the event, it is a question that might equally be asked of him, or of any of us, by the Christ he had yet to meet. As always you can hear the poem by clicking on the ‘play’ button. if it appears, or on the title of the poem.

A Pantoum for the Rain Man

We heard him singing  ‘Is your love in vain?’
But one too many mornings held us fast
And so we stood inside, inside the rain,
Buckets of it, buckets filling fast

And one too many mornings held us fast
And when you cried your tears were like rain
Buckets of it, buckets filling fast
But I cried like a fire in the sun

And when you cried your tears were like rain
The rain man gave the two of us two cures
But I cried like a fire in the sun
Your tears drowned mine and mine were burning  yours

The rain man gave the two of us two cures
So we became each others antidote
your tears drowned mine and mine were burning yours
Two drunken lovers in a drunken boat

so we became each others antidote
When we made love and then made love again
Two drunken lovers in a drunken boat
Expecting death or else expecting rain

When we made love and then made love again
That Eastertide in Juarez in the rain
Expecting death but drinking in the rain
We heard Him singing ‘Is your love in vain?’

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