https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43429/disillusionment-of-ten-oclock Spoiler: Disillusionment of ten o'clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches tigers In red weather.
Another favourite fan poem. I love the multilayered references and this format is really hard to work with, I've tried. Spoiler: "Apples and Dates: A Poem in Seven Sapphic Stanzas"
Spoiler: Reflections by R. S. Thomas The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirror’s temperature is always at zero. It is ice in the veins. Its camera is an X-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent communion, where gaspingly you partake of a shifting identity never your own. https://www.poeticous.com/r-s-thomas/reflections
