A poem, for my sixty-sixth birthday

14 February 2008

A Poem, For My Sixty-Sixth Birthday

Fatigued by the writings of Sylvia
I turned to the window - and fog!
And despairing and lost Beyond Kinsale,
I fragmented the Grecian Urn.
And Robert Frost has taught me a lesson,
That the last thought belongs to "Me"!
And the doctor's receptionist knows that,
That nice old man has lost his marbles.
But as men find God, I have found Tulips.
And to you my alma mater:
"When I have fears that I may cease to be";
Bugger off! I'll live FOREVER!

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Cormac 11 - 12th February 2008
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© Cormac McCloskey

Sylvia - Sylvia Plath, American poet, 1932-1963
Beyond Kinsale - A poem still! under construction
Grecian Urn - Poem, Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats, 1795-1821
Robert Frost - An American poet. 1874-1963
"Me"! - The voice of Robert Frost
Tulips - A poem by Sylvia Plath
alma mater - the University of Liverpool, seeking a bequest, (in my will), on the eve of my birthday!
"When I have fears ..." Poem by John Kats
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Note: This blog, "A poem, for my sixty-sixth birthday", was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me, on 14th February 2008