This week I’ll post poems by other folks as well as some from myself time and again, along with other normal stuff maybe if I feel like it. Today’s poem is by James Agee and comes from the excellent book Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. My manifesto also comes from that book:
(To Walker Evans.
Against time and the damages of the brain Sharpen and calibrate. Not yet in full, Yet in some arbitrated part Order the façade of the listless summer.
Spies, moving delicately among the enemy, The younger sons, the fools, Set somewhat aside the dialects and the stained skins of feigned madness, Ambiguously signal, baffle, the eluded sentinel.
Edgar, weeping for pity, to the shelf of that sick bluff, Bring your blind father, and describe a little; Behold him, part wakened, fallen among field flowers shallow But undisclosed, withdraw.
Not yet that naked hour when armed, Disguise flung flat, squarely we challenge the fiend. Still, comrade, the running of beasts and the ruining of heaven Still captive the old wild king.