Men deft men mental men of loving men all menRobertson's erotic relationship with lyric has always fascinated me. Liberating it, as she does, from the anecdotal weight of so much confessional poetry...here is the usual delight in language and perspective:
Vile men virtuous men same men from which men
Sweet and men of mercy men such making men said
Has each men that sees it
Cry as men to the sensate (9)
The men find themselves happy only insofarBut cheeky, too, irreverent, and reverent at the same time.
As they gratify an inclination.
They are men of warmth and humour and
Acute sensitivity and if I choose
To speak of them it is no trifle.
To speak of the men is no trifle.
They are both sublime and
And copious, rolling and touching
And rubbing one against another
In their most serious actions
But nothing makes them men
But their word in the new-found world.
I study them more than any other subject
Studying hard in this disordered rabble
Remembering to drink water
Judging soundly like a man
The ceremonies and decorations
The opportunities for ornament... (18)
Toronto, you're up next. Enjoy.