My Gaudi House
This month's poem was chosen by Ernesto Sarezale. Ernesto says of it, "How is one not to like a poem about Gaudi's poetic architecture? Not only that, Graham Buchan manages to include evocative tributes to other great artists (Van Gogh, Rubens) and a writer (Lawrence) - all of whom I admire. I love the sardonic, gentle humour in this charming, sensual piece and the way the poet connects the (external) artistic and literary references to an intimate (personal) love affair, arguably blossoming in a hot summer night in Barcelona."
Find out more about Graham and his work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/grahambuchan
My Gaudi House
Gaudi will build me a house
with melting balconies,
and scattered, glistening tiles,
and walls glazed mother-of-pearl.
And in my Gaudi house
Van Gogh will paint me a room
with solid simple furniture:
a bed and chair,
squashed and foreshortened,
and the stars outside
dripping like lanterns.
And in the Van Gogh room
of my Gaudi house
will lie you, a Rubens nude
(You’re slim! I know; I know you’re slim)
but you lie: voluptuous, content, smiling and serene,
and no cellulite.
And I will love you, my Rubens nude,
and as we love,
our love will be recorded by D H Lawrence:
he will chronicle our climax
and pontificate on the meaning
of men and women.
And as we slide down
the other side of love
I will take you, my Rubens nude,
and Van Gogh, and Gaudi, and Lawrence
out, into the hot vibrating night,
under the dripping stars,
and we will go drinking, and dancing.
(And that includes you, D H Lawrence! You’re gonna dance!)
Find out more about Graham and his work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/grahambuchan
My Gaudi House
Gaudi will build me a house
with melting balconies,
and scattered, glistening tiles,
and walls glazed mother-of-pearl.
And in my Gaudi house
Van Gogh will paint me a room
with solid simple furniture:
a bed and chair,
squashed and foreshortened,
and the stars outside
dripping like lanterns.
And in the Van Gogh room
of my Gaudi house
will lie you, a Rubens nude
(You’re slim! I know; I know you’re slim)
but you lie: voluptuous, content, smiling and serene,
and no cellulite.
And I will love you, my Rubens nude,
and as we love,
our love will be recorded by D H Lawrence:
he will chronicle our climax
and pontificate on the meaning
of men and women.
And as we slide down
the other side of love
I will take you, my Rubens nude,
and Van Gogh, and Gaudi, and Lawrence
out, into the hot vibrating night,
under the dripping stars,
and we will go drinking, and dancing.
(And that includes you, D H Lawrence! You’re gonna dance!)
<Deleted User> (7027)
Thu 19th Nov 2009 07:56
I adore this, it's beautiful.