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Martin writes:

This will strike any reader of poetry as an odd assemblage of poems - which is exactly what it is, which is exactly what it intends to be.

The poems display the fact that they were not written under a coherent guiding principle but were assembled in a hap-hazard manner over the course of a year. The reason for this is simple. Mostly I tend to write long, book-length poems -something which while personally very satisfying is none the less hard to find a publisher for. However in the space between two such long projects (one of which will appear in a future 'issue' of DDD) these were jotted down as they came -without forethought, without having them operate under the guidance of any operating principle, & without the intention to 'make a collection' of them. However in spite of this there is an un-stated but personally pleasing aspect to this work which makes me think that they are worth publishing.

Some may appear in a future collection. If this is so then that collection will not be a straight copy of the work presented here. All collections are a matter of shaping & arranging & sometime what is appealing in an individual poem is divisive in a collection.

Yet here they stand -& I am glad that they will stand in DDD, where space has been given them to breathe a little in a way that the publication of an individual poem in various journals over a period of time would not allow. Were I not in the process of assembling rather than of publishing then no doubt there would be some differences as to what to include & what to leave out. Indeed there is one poem which will I think rub people the wrong way & perhaps give a false impression of my 'tastes' & precedents from which I have, but not always, received pleasure & instruction. It is not necessary to say which poem this is -the reader, bless them, will make such a judgement for themselves & this is a process which no writer must ever interfere with.

So here they are. Odd bits, loose ends, jotting & scribblings between project that demanded, & demand, more time then I sometimes possess.
If they stand with their faults, which they do, they also stand with their little joys as caution to the over-cautious mind which all writers wander in & out of.

Even so, they do, I think, deserve a hearing in the world -which is why they are given here in the shape & form that they are.

Acknowledgements are due to the editors of Proof; Projected Letters; Shearsman; Peer Poetry Magazine; and Foothills Publishing N.Y., where many of these pieces first appeared.

 

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b y   M a r t i n    B u r k e


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P a r t   O N E

Brugge

Three Stanzas on Water

Epiphanies

The Sound of Water

The Lake

Stained

The Weir

Minnewater Park, Brugge

A Note on E. P.

A Prophecy

An Object

Hit and Miss

Dubrovnik

Next

The Birds 

Y. R.

J. P.

Half Way

The Beauty of One and the Other


P a r t   T W O

Oostende

Notations (1)

A Notation

Poland

Edwin Muir

A Thought from Wordsworth

From a Survivor's Notebook

Dream / Real / Dream

Elegy

A Farewell to Peter Russell

Trouville

Roofing

Meanwhile Chagall

33 The Ressurection Stone

34 Walking at April's Ending

Navigations

An African Blanket

Notations (2)

Storm at Winter's Ending

Gone

Spoken and Unsaid

 

P a r t   T H R E E

Response 1 : Seamus Heaney

Response 2 : Wendell Berry

Brugge : 1 to 5

 


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