Thursday, September 10, 2009

Poem of the Month-- September

POETRY: the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.

Poetry is a wonderful form of literature that we want to show appreciation for on our blog. So we have a Poem of the Month segment where we will present to you some amazing works of art. Please comment with your thoughts about the poem. It's great to hear different views and input!

A Martian Sends a Postcard Home

Craig Raine 1979

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings--

they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.

I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.

Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on the ground:

then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.

Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the properites of making colours darker.

Model T is a room with the lock inside --
a key is turned to free the world

for movement, so quick there is a film
to watch for anything missed.

But time is tied to the wrist
or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.

In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
that snores when you pick it up.

If the ghost cries, they carry it
to their lips and soothe it to sleep

with sounds. And yet, they wake it up
deliberately, by tickling with a finger.

Only the young are allowed to suffer
openly. Adults go to a punishment room

with water but nothing to eat.
They lock the door and suffer the noises

alone. No one is exempt
and everyone's pain has a different smell.

At night, when all the colours die,
they hide in pairs

and read about themselves --
in colour, with their eyelids shut.

Note from Elise: Can you guess the things the martian is talking about?


  1. What a great poem. I read through it three or four times, just enjoying the words and the feel.

    I think Raine is talking about books, a telephone, and using the bathroom. I'm not sure what the mist, rain, and Model T is, unless it's actually mist, rain, and a vehicle.

    Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

  2. You're exactly right on everything! Inclding mist rain and a vehicle. Great job! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. :)


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