A Chagall Postcard

Is this the nature of all truth,
The blazing cock, the bride aloof,
The E-string cutting like a tooth,
The night that crows?

The cock has seen the standing grain,
The bride is shrouded by her train,
The violin is strung with pain.
A cold wind blows.

From earth to sky the cry ascends,
What breaks will threaten where it mends,
Proud lovers end as pallid friends,
These feed on those.


from Collected Poems Vol 2, 1984-1999 (Oxford University Press, 1999), copyright © Peter Porter 1999, used by permission of the author

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1Death in the Pergola Tea-Rooms

2Tobias and the Angel

3Reading MND in Form 4B

4The Great Poet Comes Here in Winter

5The History of Music

6The Sadness of the Creatures

7Sex and the Over Forties

8Mort Aux Chats

9Anger

10Dreamtime

11The Easiest Room in Hell

12An Exequy

13Gertrude Stein at Snail's Bay

14Non Piangere, Liu

15The Future

16Doll's House

17A Sour Decade

18And No Help Came

19Woop Woop

20A Chagall Postcard

21Civilization and its Disney Contents

22Little Buddha

23Wish We Were There

24Wittgenstein's Dream

25The Camp

26A Great Reckoning in a Little Room

27Old Goldfields, Maryborough

28The Lion of Antonello da Messina

29The Pines of Rome

30Leaving Mantua

31Both Ends Against the Middle

32To My Granddaughters Sweeping Spelsbury Church

33Max is Missing

34The Last Hours of Cassiodorus

36The Last Wave Before the Breakwater

38Mutiny of the Bountiful

35Tasso's Oak

37Afterburner

39Well, Francis, Where's the Sun?