fredag den 13. september 2013

2 digte om 2 slags fugle

læst op i går til Hvedekorn-oplæsning i den poetiske hjørne-karnap i det nye, fantastisk amfiteatralske Rosinante-rum - og tak til de optrædende bidragydere til nr. 2, 2013, de lod sig alle høre ypperligt, Philip, Ursula, Joakim, Benedicte, Emil, Helge/ Nicanor:

Dixon Lanier Merritt:

The Pelican

A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his bellican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak, 
But I don't know how the hellican.

1910

Kay Ryan

Flamingo Watching

Wherever the flamingo goes,   
she brings a city’s worth
of furbelows. She seems
unnatural by nature—
too vivid and peculiar
a structure to be pretty,
and flexible to the point   
of oddity. Perched on
those legs, anything she does   
seems like an act. Descending   
on her egg or draping her head   
along her back, she’s
too exact and sinuous
to convince an audience
she’s serious. The natural elect,   
they think, would be less pink,   
less able to relax their necks,   
less flamboyant in general.
They privately expect that it’s some   
poorly jointed bland grey animal   
with mitts for hands
whom God protects.

1994

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