
We are the fallen
but we are the golden too –
spring shall always come
Copyright Francis 2021
I have several books by Rilke, but I think my favourite work is the Duino Elegies.
The poet was born in Prague in a German speaking community and wrote in German most of his life, then in French in his latter years in Switzerland.
So his works have been translated into English, which relies, naturally, on the sensibilities of the translator. Nevertheless, he is very much worth investigating. Few poets have suffered more for their art.
Copyright Francis 2021

The lies you spin with laughter,
feeding me popcorn and hopium to fill my acquiescence.
Now you expect me to believe
I am watching a movie,
that I should drop everything to follow
your vacuous manifesto
stuffed with vapid statistics and your promises.
You can take off that white hat
and throw it in the dirt; many more after me
will gladly stamp on it in the mud.
And let me see the face, that plastic smile,
the burgeoning billions in your bank balance,
swollen to kingdom come which never came.
My time may be done, but in the end
who is going to save you?
Copyright Francis 2021

The plough crows follow
In furrow across fields
Till seasons to sow
Copyright Francis 2021

The mother and son
in their eternal embrace —
creation in one
Copyright Francis 2021