We can’t speak of a man admiring himself in the water without raising the specter of Narcissus, the beautiful young man of Greek myth who fell in love with his own reflection. He stared at his image in a pond until he died of starvation.
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It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
MoreFor the last pairing of January men poems, I’m featuring poems so opposite in tone it’s giving me an idea for a buddy comedy. First up is John Berryman’s “Dream Song 14.” “Dream Song 14” is one of 385 dream songs told through Berryman’s alter-ego character of Henry. Henry sometimes speaks in the first […]
MoreI’m trying to get my old men/sad men poems posted before the end of January—I got waylaid by a broken laptop and a too-long repair job (truly the techno-dog ate my homework)—so to keep things moving along I’ll post two short poems today and the longer ones by Friday. Then I can say fare-thee-well to the […]
MoreHere at the beginning of the 20thyear of the 21stcentury; in the spirit of “out with the old, in with the new”; bearing in mind the cartoon personification of the passing year as a weary white-haired fellow; in special consideration of those readers of age to shudder at Father Time; with a sympathetic nod to […]
MoreI won’t attempt to transcribe this shape poem. WordPress would make a mess of the spacing, and instead of beards, the poem would look like a string of pennant flags. Beards have been in the news lately, and not just in “News of the Weird” columns where beard stories presumably land—these beard […]
MoreWATER AND FIRE by Rick Cannon For a long time with the heavy, dreamy struggle upward, the natural cupping of the hands, the lengthy earning of a stroke, – a man does not know fire. It’s not until he sees how easily things melt and slide away, – how his father went, his mother fails, […]
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