On reading the “Lives of the Poets” by Michael Schmidt

by Donal O'Flynn


And now its done! Five months read!

This book is batoning in my head.

Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even

the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding

screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size.


I will needs again to skinny, gangly truths.

Re-read and add new poems, poets.

Refer to slanted views and write anew, cool

commandments. Do now only what I'm unable to.


Amongst my own- The Schoolyard Scribblers, The

Whitehouse Poets, pretence and all Obhéal, some

poets I've heard truths recite,  there is a beginning.

A working towards an end.