take you on

take you on

legends
the hard-case crew: my dad (left), maternal grandfather and uncle (of the piece below), and my cousin

my uncle told us
more than once how
his father, our grandfather,
of whalers’ stock,
blue eyes, a locomotive
of a man, an old locomotive
driver going wide at
the boiler, once called him,
his grown son, to task,
told him he’d take
him out and thrash him,
and not to think he couldn’t.
my uncle who’d been in
uniform could hold up his
end of whatever he put his
two hands on, just couldn’t
resist to try it on,
knowing full well
his dad was past his
brawling years
if he ever did,
they went down those
concrete painted steps to
the back yard on the
slope overlooking the
pond split with a
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in stone

in stone
for Keikei

in stone
..that light should break time and tide…

Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ
πρὸς ὀλίγον ἔστι τὸ ζῆν
τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ.

from the stele of Seikilos to his wife
(dated 1st or the 2nd century AD)
Translation:
While you live, shine,
have no grief at all.
Life’s a while only,
the end as time requires

for you
no night
be wholly
dark
no sorrow
stay its
chain
about your
heart
however hard
the circumstance,
from that somewhere,
that inviolate warmth
within you,
may your smile
ever break
to shore
under the
clear weathers
of your eyes,
though time shall
have its end,
so too it
ends in
us.

22 January 2021
riverside

Copyright © 2021 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

The music is from the second movement ”Andante cantabile’ of Pyotr Tchaikovsky’s String Quartet No. 1 performed here by the Drolc Quartet.

Ms. & match

Ms. & match

Mismatch
‘In a gull place at a stable time’ snapped in the Weathercats snap

I.

three orientals

three wise men
sat upon the park bench
that faced the estuary
unflinching, realised
it was a case of being
in a gull place
at a stable time,
gathered up their
fussy and fiddly
gifts and hems,
and moved
on.

II.

through the rye

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro’ the rye,’
wee mousie sang as
she plied her
cricket drawn plough
across young Rabbie’s* farm,
and rested on a
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