Bruce Beasley


Theme and Invariants


So you see I’ve begun looking after you


looking for you


looking for you, who would not see
as relentlessly as I did
what we both meant
to end


So that you see just as long as you’re made
to listen
to this lyre’s
monotonous strain


Whose head severed in the river-current,
unlooked-at & still singing
all its way downstream to Lesbos


Not stopped looking after
you’d already begun to look twice
in every direction but ours


So I turned back too, back
to what we’d both been looking
away from, looking



looking after, in this
aftermath of whatever
we end up calling
what we ended


So you see
I’ve begun
so that you see

(pluck and pluck of the lyre)

So you see I’ve begun
under the eyelids,
silt on the singing tongue)

looking after you

© 2008 Electronic Poetry Review