She who must be obeyed

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Old Irish Marginalia

Me and my cat Pangur work at home all day.
He keeps mum, I have too much to say.

I bask in the glow of my computer screen
While he romps about, indifferent as a teen.

Whether at this or the other end of April
It is cosy and timeless at our Windows sill.

He toys with the mouse, dreams of microsoft meals.
I'm the one left knowing just how things feel.

Though I can't figure out how he gets where he climbs
My method employs post-modern paradigms.

He always manages to find what he finds
While I try to remember what's on my mind.

Cool as, I bend paradoxes like a shot.
He curls up in shapes that are celtic, not.

My thesis will soon be old hat as a tricorn,
While Pangur's work is why he was born.

She Who Must Be Obeyed
Horace Odes 2, 8

You know who you are. If any of your untruths
Went punished, if even once harm came,
A tooth turned black or your mane
.....Betrayed grey streaks,
I'd believe you. But facts are, you make phoney
Promises 'upon my soul' while your looks
Shine more than ever to win then break
.....The hearts of our youth.

It's an advantage to swear on a mother's ashes,
The deepening silence of the night,
The cold signs up above — all the powers
.....That are free of death.
But I've seen the movie too: Venus laughs,
Likewise your facebook girlfriends, and inhuman Cupid
Forever sharpens arrows on a stone
.....To draw fresh blood. Five stars.

Worse than that, all who grow up free to choose
Find they serve you, nor can former love interests
Be disloyal to your tyranny
.....Despite frequent threats to leave.
Mothers are afraid for their sons,
Costly ex-flings fear losing everything,
And young girls work to hinder your progress
.....With their new husbands.


Victoria Beaumont is a poet and conceptual artist. She lives outside Geelong. These poems are part of a translation project called Inimitable Imitations.

Topic tags: Desktop, Old Irish Marginalia, She Who Must Be Obeyed, Horace Odes 2, 8, Pangur, Inimitable Imitations

 

 

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Translations? Imitations? They sound wonderfully fresh and original to me. Loved 'em. More! More!
Joe Castley | 01 June 2010


Thank you. I especially enjoyed the first poem. Must look up Horace Odes.
Kath | 04 June 2010


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