An Elegy On the Death of Thomas Bordley, Esq;
July 5, 2023What The Chairman Told Tom
July 5, 2023Kuokkala
Roses in silken bouillon:
Opening onto the azure silk
A line of cabins on a yellow bed –
Shells of Aphrodite.
Who wouldn’t feel the heat,
Or drink golden grog,
If the bulldog of tango
Were to spray its orange spit?
A lily-white Anglosaxon
with a straw-hat raquet catches
A blot-turned-comet –
A dog’s dance! Blot tennis!
Seething foam, pods of boats
Snaking sunny rapiers –
And a swollen satyr
Points his kodak at the water.
Only you with a childish smile,
Standing in the hot stern,
Search for the fan of Sestroretsk
In the pale bronze smoke.