THE BEE HUT
By Dorothy Porter
(published by Black Inc, 2009)
LUCKY
For Andy
There's a damp melancholy
in T'ang poetry
that smudges
the lovely
jade precision.
I love Walt Whitman's
spunky company
but under his bardic
whistling
I can hear his lonely heart
howling
at the turned back
of some deaf rough trade.
So many poets
starve
in the cold faery spaces
between their frost-bitten ears.
How lucky I am
to hear you, darling,
coming up the stairs
to smell the coffee
floating ahead of you
like my favourite incense.
Dorothy Porter 1954 - 2009
From Literary Melbourne
Edited by Stephen Grimwade
Published by Hardie Grant Books
August 2009
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