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  ANTHONY WEIR (13th September 1941)
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Challenging Emily Dickinson

Nature's red in tooth and claw
But we are black of heart.
There's more 'soul' in a jackal's paw
than all our works of art.
So I will kindly stop for Death
and do the gracious thing.
And with the gift of my last breath
transform to sweet
Anthony Weir




Jean Genet said:
'the author of a beautiful poem
is always dead'.

But beautiful poems
are also always dead
whereas a poet once lived
in his head.

Great poetry now is what
people can't bear to read.

Great poets are dead and dutiful.
The dead are always beautiful.
Anthony Weir



Coda (for Suchoon Mo)

Great is Death
We are his
urgent breath
his eager pus.
we're in the thick of life
we do not see him
in the thick of us.
Anthony Weir




Compassion is flame
and the ashes of the fire.
Compassion is crossed fingers behind your back
as your shoulders hunch like a crone's.
Compassion is the corpse buried in your eyes.
Compassion is the burying of stones.
Anthony Weir
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