THE POSSE AND RIGHT AND WRONG
George Crabbe (1754-1832) is best remembered today as the author of “Peter Grimes”, the poem that inspired Benjamin Britten to compose his greatest opera. Britten admired the poetry of a fellow Suffolk man who was born in Aldeburgh, the coastal town that became Britten’s home, and whose works portrayed the lives of many Suffolk people, both poor and middle class.
Creeping through the crevices one-by-one
The light of dusk won’t be stopped by aged wood
Seeping into her eyes, woke by the sun
She shudders, shaken by dreams of childhood.
To work she is put, for Father taught well
Lighting coals, preparing the flames to lick
The iron ore glows, casts shadows of hell
Gripped with her tongs, she grabs the iron quick.
Over and over tap the metal beat
His voice rings her ears she quickens her pace
Sweat drips off her brow, sizzling on the heat
Sight blurs, coals shift to eyes blazed on his face.
She forges the shield, pond ’ring the days
When Father forged her, in parallel ways.
Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed.
Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )
Formerly, assuming I remember correctly, my life was a banquet, wherein all hearts were open, and all wines flowed. One night, I sat beauty on my lap.—And I found her to be bitter.—And I hurled abuse at her.