I polished the translation of
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
today, finished the accompanying
notes (for now), and are waiting
for my second pot of coffee
to drop today, having an itch
towards Tennyson, but really
resisting that. No long poems
for a very long time, after this.
No Tennyson, not until autumn
leaves fall and Moon is a cold
coin lost among bleak branches.
I don't have the mindset now
for more than just haikus
and tankas and epigrams
and quatrains with coffee,
no sugar.
05.06.2024
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