Feb 13, 2014 11:22
Another from the archive, February 2001. Written for and first published in oxbridge.tat, a newsgroup whose sole purpose was distraction. The thread was entitled "Utilitarianism", but it had evidently drifted a long way from there. Let's now call it
Incompletions
I never reared a young gazelle
To glad me with its soft bright eye;
I never wrote a villanelle,
For when the verse is flowing well
There are so many forms to try:
"I never reared a young gazelle",
"I do not love thee, Doctor Fell",
(Although the poet knew not why,
I never wrote a villanelle),
"Send not to know for whom the bell"---
No! "A nos moutons!" is the cry.
"I never reared a young gazelle..."
...but on the primrose path to hell,
I start to write, then lay it by.
I never wrote a villanelle,
Ballade or Thesis; now I smell
The fear of those who, dying, cry
"I never reared a young gazelle,
I never wrote a villanelle".