Tom Raworth 1938-2017



I could go on like this all dayTi-tum ti-tum and doodly-ay

With every now and then a glance

To see if I’ve still on my pants

And if I have, if that stain’s jism

Or just a trace of modernism.

For isn’t this what poetry is? . . .

A raincoat over similes

You’ve seen before . . . FLASH . . . look again

The same. No need to strain your brain

Simply recline on the chaise lounge

And listen to the rhymes go bong.

And on like this ad infinitum

With a metrical change or two to brighten

The gloomy rhythm of these stanzas

(Metaphor is Belgium for my Panzers).

Let those who think that piss is water

Sup deeply this insipid Porter.

Tom Raworth