Poetry

Poetry —      Reflections in a College Bar Amidst the chit chit, and the chatter, The single cymbal, and the clatter, We made the scene. Amidst the lazy, stifling smoke, And the hungry wants of life, We saw the light: We watched a bright-eyed co-ed Hasten back from john to John. Knowing she had guessed his calculated look. We saw a bearded one playing pool. Satisfied with little billiards Never comprehending what lies, Unracked beyond this green. While in the back Two huddle deep in talk More ardent than any form of art. They, too, don’t know, or care, And that’s the pity. This perfect time of life Flies away always in the dark. — John Coyne (Ethiopia 1962-64)    

Lakes of Darkness by John Coyne (Ethiopia 1962-64) He came here to this green shore From loneliness of bachelor nights, Empty Sundays, A life of shattered hopes Mirrored into tragedies. From semesters of faculty treachery, Misdemeanors in the hall, Months of silly students, Who tore wide his heart With youthful gall. A little man, He wears his age with grace; He brought to me A spirit bent from A course of use. We slid the books aside; Fished for trout off the point. I caught a fighting rainbow Who arched my pole when reeling in The perimeter of its time. In this cruel scene He saw his own tangled metaphor. Caught, he knew, in a shrinking scope Where strong men fight artificial Wars with words, To die unnoticed as commas on a page. A trout (free on the sunset of the water) Flipped in space for flies, Then slid again . . .