Who is the poet and which poet are they writing about?
1. ──! thou shouldst be living at this hour: / England has need of thee
2. But for him it is his last afternoon as himself, / An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
3. To the Shoulder o’ Mutton where ── ── brooded long / On death and beauty - till a bullet stopped his song.
4. ‘Moon!’ you cry suddenly, ‘Moon! Moon!’ / The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work / That points at him amazed.
5. I saw you, ── ──, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and enjoying the grocery boys.
6. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, / The flying cloud, the frosty light: / The year is dying in the night; / Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
7. I have been writing your memoir. / It is like leaving the world / and still finding you there / as you received us, shaped us / and instantly became unrepeatable.
8. So I could plainly hear her inhale / when I undid the very top / hook-and-eye fastener of her corset
9. I think I am in love with - - ──, / which puts me in a worse-than-usual fix. / No woman ever stood a chance with ── / And he’s been dead since 1936.
10. Come like a light in the white mackerel sky, / come like a daytime comet / with a long unnebulous train of words, / from Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying.
11. And most of us succeed, thank God, / So if, to coin a phrase, / You’re fucked up, don’t blame your mum and dad / (Despite what ── says).
12. ── ── at midnight, the audience gone / to vapor, the great act laid on the shelf in mothballs, / his voice is musical and raw - he writes in the flyleaf: ‘For Robert from Robert, his friend in the art.’
13. Maybe I weighed you up, feeling unlikely. / Noted your long hair, loose waves / Your Veronica Lake bang. Not what it hid.
14. …and being a man of doubt at life’s mid-way / I’d offer ── some kumquats and I’d say: / You’ll find that one part’s sweet and one part’s tart: / say where the sweetness or the sourness start.
15. But the reel of them on frozen Windermere / As he flashed from the clutch of earth along its curve / And left it scored.
16. No one remembers you at all. / Even that shower of Cockney shrimps, / Whose fathers hoisted them to glimpse / Your corpse’s progress down Whitehall.
17. O O O O that ── Rag - / It’s so elegant / So intelligent
18. We loved and feared your eager solitude, / The city as a man-made absolute, / A sunset grid of immanent desire.
19. This year no one will ask you how you voted, / or if you know the way to town // No one will call you as an eye-witness / or teach you how to train a bird of prey
20. Till I heard ── speak out loud and bold: / Then felt I like some watcher of the skies / When a new planet swims into his ken;