Recto:
She‘s vacuuming: the dog has leapt, afraid,
onto my lap and sent my papers flying.
Till then I‘d slept. Still half-asleep, I‘m trying,
relentlessly, to finish things I‘d made
a start on yesterday, identifying
slips and errors, trading words or phrases.
Mystifying, the way we go through phases
laid in stone, half-stunned while time goes flying
by and nothing‘s done for days. Is stasis
part of the deal? We‘re drying up, we fade -
and then, bejaisus! - that small fire we‘d laid
that kept on choking re-ignites and blazes!
Verso:
She‘s vacuuming: the dog has leapt,
afraid, onto my lap and sent
my papers flying. Till then I‘d slept.
Still half-asleep, I‘m trying, relent-
lessly, to finish things I‘d made
a start on yesterday, ident-
ifying slips and errors, trad-
ing words or phrases. Mystifying,
the way we go through phases laid
in stone, half-stunned, while time goes flying
by and nothing‘s done for days. Is
stasis part of the deal? We‘re drying
up, we fade ... and then, bejaisus!
- that small fire we‘d laid that kept
on choking self-ignites and blazes!
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:06 AM UTC
Recto:
She‘s vacuuming: the dog has leapt, afraid,
onto my lap and sent my papers flying.
Till then I‘d slept. Still half-asleep, I‘m trying,
relentlessly, to finish things I‘d made
a start on yesterday, identifying
slips and errors, trading words or phrases.
Mystifying, the way we go through phases
laid in stone, half-stunned while time goes flying
by and nothing‘s done for days. Is stasis
part of the deal? We‘re drying up, we fade -
and then, bejaisus! - that small fire we‘d laid
that kept on choking re-ignites and blazes!
Verso:
She‘s vacuuming: the dog has leapt,
afraid, onto my lap and sent
my papers flying. Till then I‘d slept.
Still half-asleep, I‘m trying, relent-
lessly, to finish things I‘d made
a start on yesterday, ident-
ifying slips and errors, trad-
ing words or phrases. Mystifying,
the way we go through phases laid
in stone, half-stunned, while time goes flying
by and nothing‘s done for days. Is
stasis part of the deal? We‘re drying
up, we fade ... and then, bejaisus!
- that small fire we‘d laid that kept
on choking self-ignites and blazes!
See notes to ambigram vii!