Thursday, 17 April 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


Don't be Literary, Darling

Don't be literary, darling, don't be literary
If you're James in the morning you're Hemingway in bed
Don't talk of yourself in the style of your own obituary -
For who cares what they say of you after you're dead.

Don't always be a thought ahead and a move behind
Like a general reconnoitring dangerous ground,
This is a game it's much better to enter blind
And the one who wins is the one who is caught and bound.

If you can't be straight then just say nothing instead.
I'll know what you mean much better than if it was said.

Sasha Moorsom
(25th January 1931 - 22nd June 1993)

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