THE POSSE AND RIGHT AND WRONG

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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.

An Engine Roars.

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.

Fairy

Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )

Royalty

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.

I pondered

To a Reason