Dark Muse
09-23-2008, 08:53 PM
This is my response to Vladimir Mayakovsky's "An Extraoridnary Adeventure which Befell Vladimir Mayakovsky in a Summer Cottage" and Frank O'Hara's "A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island"
In both poems the poets account thier conversations with the sun.
Uninvited Visitor
What do you want?
Hear you!
How could I not?
Ignore you I would
if only I could
but you are so demanding
commanding my attention
Can't you see
what you have
bares no interest to me?
Others have heard your call
and obliged happily
but alas not me
You are rapping at my door
but don't you know
there is another I obey
Your Shadow Twin
she who rises to bring
the night
We converse freely
but you're not welcome
you never understood our mysteries
So blunt
and brutal
expectant
and gruntal
Please! Please!
Go away!
I have not asked
you to stay
I am one you won't
call away
You will have to find another
to smother
to burn away at
in infernal gratitude
of your acknowledgement
But you paid too much heed
to me, so it seems
I can always feel your eyes
blazing on my back
your fingers
like death-rays
Put it away!
You ghastly brute
I will not write this ode
to you.
In both poems the poets account thier conversations with the sun.
Uninvited Visitor
What do you want?
Hear you!
How could I not?
Ignore you I would
if only I could
but you are so demanding
commanding my attention
Can't you see
what you have
bares no interest to me?
Others have heard your call
and obliged happily
but alas not me
You are rapping at my door
but don't you know
there is another I obey
Your Shadow Twin
she who rises to bring
the night
We converse freely
but you're not welcome
you never understood our mysteries
So blunt
and brutal
expectant
and gruntal
Please! Please!
Go away!
I have not asked
you to stay
I am one you won't
call away
You will have to find another
to smother
to burn away at
in infernal gratitude
of your acknowledgement
But you paid too much heed
to me, so it seems
I can always feel your eyes
blazing on my back
your fingers
like death-rays
Put it away!
You ghastly brute
I will not write this ode
to you.