L.G. Corey/ Poetry Fall, 2015

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 EWilliamson The Broken Believer






© E. Williamson
The Broken Believer
Acrylic, oil, and ink on paper


       “Play, orchestra, play.” -Noel Coward

Doom is on my shoulder.

Yet all things begin and end
in doom.

Even the unfinished kiss,
the unfinished ending
of a finished poem
on lined paper
lighted from behind.

There, too,
doom is in the lines
connecting something
on the page,
in the poem,
behind the paper.

“We shall have none of this,”
the blind eye says
to the empty coffee cup
in the hand of what was once a man.
“We must have music,”

says the shoemaker to the shoes
of the fisherman standing at the door
of the deaf man’s cottage.

“We must have music,
we must have music,
to drive the doom away.”

Says the third man
standing on the bottom stair.



“If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.” -T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton


Granite decomposes
like the passing hour.
Or sleep.

The bower-bird is dying,
his bower decomposing,
its pretty things
returning to their sleep,
their trance,
their place of hiding.

And there are ants in my kitchen.



“Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom…” -T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men


Pins and Needles,
needles and pins,

and the shoemaker’s elves
under the stairs,
under the weather,
under the dust of many summers,

many forgotten keys
and unopened locks,
and cigarette butts
flicked from windows

of passing cars.
on the Road to Zanzibar
where dromedary camels
move their lips to speak their lines:

May you marry under the stairs,
under the weather,
under the dust of many summers

and according to the laws
of this, death’s other kingdom.



unnamed-rsr-150x150L. G. Corey has published one poetry collection, The Kalidas Verses, last February. Another, Rats’ Alley Poems (which takes its title from The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot, to whom the collection is dedicated), will be published sometime in early 2016. In addition, his work appears in literary magazines such as Chaffey Review, Empty Sink, Poetry Pacific, Snapping Twig, Corvus, Screech Owl, Hot Tub Astronaut, and Pif. Over the years he’s also been published in Evergreen Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Midstream, Choice, the Critic,and Zeek. Corey turned 80 last November.


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