The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
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A Meditation on Muses<br />
Kevin P. Bunnell<br />
What is all this<br />
about Muses doling out favors<br />
to those lucky few who strike their fancy?<br />
Who are these fugitive beings<br />
who rule our poetic lives?<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are evanescent feathered things<br />
who perched a while on Dante’s hand<br />
as he brought forth “Divine Comedy”.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are early morning spirits<br />
who sat by Mozart<br />
in Betramke’s garden<br />
as he wrote fi nal fl ourishes<br />
for “Don Giovanni”.<br />
And down one <strong>of</strong> them fl ew to the Martello Tower<br />
and touched Joyce’s pen<br />
as he had Buck Mulligan wave his<br />
heretic razor and shout,<br />
“Come up, Kinch. Come up you fearful Jesuit.”<br />
Surely a muse clung to Emily’s shoulder<br />
as she strolled in Amherst’s cemetery:<br />
“I never hear that one is dead<br />
Without the chance <strong>of</strong> Life<br />
Afresh annihilating me.”<br />
And a furry ball <strong>of</strong> inspiration<br />
fl ew down from the green Irish hills<br />
and whispered to poor Hopkins:<br />
“..and blue bleak embers, ah my dear,<br />
fall, gall themselves and gash gold vermillion.”<br />
And what <strong>of</strong> us mortals?<br />
What evanescent feathered things<br />
perch on our shoulders whispering inspirations?<br />
We tell ourselves to sit in silence,<br />
open our minds<br />
and wait for the words to come.<br />
But time passes, and there is only emptiness.<br />
We wonder if there is some queue<br />
<strong>of</strong> aspiring poets that reaches, endless into the mist<br />
awaiting the Muse’s loving touch---<br />
that will fl ood forth long sought words.<br />
How can we wait so long?<br />
When will we invent our own private muses?<br />
Who will come<br />
at the least fl ick <strong>of</strong> a needful thought---<br />
or at the utterance <strong>of</strong> some mythic mantra.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n how we shall write!<br />
How we shall throw our hearts onto that blank page!<br />
How happily we shall walk among the blessed ones<br />
who glided so easily to the front <strong>of</strong> the line. •<br />
I am certain a minor god stood by<br />
blind Homer as he spoke forth<br />
the myths <strong>of</strong> the Golden Fleece<br />
and the tragedy <strong>of</strong> Troy and Agamemnon dead.<br />
PG 88<br />
PG 89