Monday, December 3, 2018

ACQUAINTED


People in my poems apparently know each other 
And may well understand me better than I do them.
There used to be, of course, strict laws about such things;
The characters of different poems could not, officially,
Mix nor make comments about their creators. 
When the ghost of Arthur Henry Hallam
Wanted to visit Mariana in the moated grange 
He had to disguise himself as a beekeeper
Who spoke with a comically thick Suffolk accent
Readers when he was by wondered what this bumpkin
Was doing in the poem -- there seemed to be
No other servants; the grange was extremely dusty
(As a tragic heroine Mariana was, under guild rules,
Forbidden to do any housework.) Most, though,
Were pleased Mariana had someone to listen
To her disquisitions on the dreariness of life.

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