Two Poems: Sneddons Bees; Another Day, Another Dollar

Two Poems: Sneddons Bees; Another Day, Another DollarAuthor(s): Howard WrightSource: The Irish Review (1986-), No. 6 (Spring, 1989), pp. 90-91Published by: Cork University PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/29735426 .

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Two Poems

HOWARD WRIGHT

SNEDDONS BEES

They seem to butt the glass drunkenly insisting On entrance. 'Please let us in', they hum,

'We are too good to be out here chasing

Glory's colours upon fortune's blind wind.

'Please let your pretty flowers burden us.

For we've seen Napoleon dust Europe with freedom; heard

Cosimo spank at Italy's rebirth; and that sweet pus Of yours can likewise spin our spangled spurs of blood

'And purity.' So I went with this Brumaire, opening the window

And following them to the sickly whiff of my Blue Rockets

Remembering the U.S. research which shows

These heavy, bumbling creatures will lead mutant

Fauna through and beyond the pollen fallout of the next war.

I know the last dinosaur is a vulture

Somewhere in Africa; I scratch the back of my hairy claw

And try my best to understand family murder;

And watching those bees busily screwing up beauty I suddenly knew leadership to have its sting.

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Poetry 91

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DOLLAR

I got out of my bed mid-morning, And set the fire

With a yellowpack firelighter In Tuesday's Guardian.

I understood the breakfast smells

And where the family had gone from.

I sat there how George Segal Would have me sit:

At a Texaco service station,

Among my mother's ornaments

Splattering and chinking On a dust road, the earth's radius.

Art's my right arm and should be

As pure and refreshing as iced Coke; But I'll cling to my name for the time being Even though I'm somewhat blank

And only hoping the heavy traffic Will stop going away.

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