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Meditations of a Man Slightly Drunk

I came, and they drunken me lightly

With a medley of liquors.

There was falernum,

There were literary disagreements,

Poetical dissonances,

Yet, but chiefly there was rum

They talked to me of stanzas,

The ancient and the very modern.

They broached even painting,

Haggled about form,

Over Epstein concorded with reverence.

Yes, but chiefly there was rum.

We jabbered of pendulums,

Pendulums that swung like my vision.

They gesticulated and bawled -

Ranting about matter,

Eulogizing imagery.

Yes, but never forgetting the rum.

We slashed at Swinburne,

And we justly kicked old Kipling.

We grimaced dreadfully at Pater,

How we hacked poor Donne,

And sniffed at Rupert Brooke !

Though, always, always, mind,

There was the rum !

The Virgin

I sat one afternoon and watched

A virgin pass,

A virgin, poor lass,

Withering slowly on her Dead Sea shore,

Where the tide of years has lapped before

And left her now to plod,

Alone, alas –

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Fingersnap AKA David Mcalmont & Guy Davies perform at The Leicester Square Theatre in London.

LOVE THESE LITTLE KNOWN POEMS OF EDGAR MITTELHOLZER

A WORD FROM A. J. SEYMOUR - OCTOBER 7, 1975

Ivan Forrester is the Guyanese poet who made a special act of possession of the rivers, waterfalls and trees of the hinterland. "Mazaruni," "Itanami" and others have been made available for a wide Caribbean audience in the Carifesta '72 anthology. At this stage in Guyana's history, the poems of Ivan Forrester have an important part to play in creating images of identification in the minds of Guyanese as they follow physically in the poet's footsteps.