An American Holiday
JP | 26 Nov 2020
Happy Thanksgiving to all. I am reminded of an earlier time. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Category: Poetry
Poems inspired by, or written by Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard.
Revisiting a Poem for Stephanie
JP | 24 Oct 2019
I wrote She of Clouds and Flowers for Stephanie and sent it to her before she died. Her lovely voice and idyllic setting inspired the piece. Perhaps you can still see her there, on the terraces, tending her gardens and thrilling the birds with her song. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Revisiting: A Collection of Poetry
JP | 18 Oct 2019
| Category: Poetry
Here is a collection of poems I found on his computer in the file poems.odt. They were written over several decades and compiled a few years before he died. These are based on the tag “poems.odt” I used to identify the works from that file. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Ballade
Patrick | 16 Oct 2019
| Category: Poetry
Now Seagulls flatter us upon the dock, each image bellied upon the cluttered waves; their parted, hectic beaks comma names, and as they carve the air (ellipses, ovals) clouds unfold their frescoes, flocks of feathered gods wrestling; sunlight twisting into shadows: caves, or marble fingers clenched. The river raves and flaps its dirty wings. Injured (more)
At the Ruins of Troy
Patrick | 10 Oct 2019
| Category: Poetry
Achilles stumped about in this dust,Beneath these walls. Those poppies are less redThan petals bled by Trojans and GreeksFor Helen and the rest. Priam’s surging lustWas small beside this rise and fall of land,The snake of river slipping out to sea,The Dardanelles, lying at the kneeOf Turkey, a girl stretching on the sand. The tendons (more)
What Frederic Said at the Acropolis
Patrick | 2 Oct 2019
| Category: Poetry
That building seems to soar. Athenian menWould watch the mountain mornings as if the godsThat Phidias friezed there might command the panOf hammered dawn to scoop them into cloudsAnd set them with the temple on the peak Olympus. Each day Athena dreamedAgainst her arm and seemed about to breakA sigh beside the spear on which (more)
Tableau #3
Patrick | 28 Sep 2019
| Category: Poetry
Pigeons flutter in the park at dusk and shiver feathers in the mauve half-light: policemen meet under the lams to ask what the special is tonight. The air is crisp. Hunched in black, the hacks clutch a wreath of woven hide, staring at their knuckles or kneecaps; damp horses snort in fogs that stain the (more)
Tableau #2
Patrick | 22 Sep 2019
| Category: Poetry
(I watch and the pelicans plummet into the water.) It must be the time of year, with the wind blowing through my hair and roughing the river; perhaps it’s just this wooden bridge and the line slicing itself into halves bending back beneath the edge of the weathered boards. (There the brown algae limps back (more)
Tableau #1
Patrick | 18 Sep 2019
| Category: First Timer Visitors, Poetry
Lady, your flowers have been well-kept for generations; Blossoms have topped that stone wall many springs And filled parlor-damp vases. (Roses cannot clean the mildew from the spacious, once gracious rooms.) I have been in your parlor, Seen polished wood Under light straining through stained glass, Felt leather groan as I sat, Handled wicker and (more)
I Speak Fire
JP | 11 May 2019
| Category: Poetry
I speak fire I crackle in prose Mundane articles and prepositions Singe the page Incendiary verbs glow with the passion of feverish expression There can be no darkness In the flicker of sentence, In the passage of phrase I speak fire I am light Copyright © 2009, 2019 John (more)
For the Anniversary of My Death
Editorial Staff | 22 Apr 2019
| Category: First Timer Visitors, Poetry
Patrick loved the poetry of W. S. Merwin, so when my friend Terry sent me a link to this poem, I knew that it needed to be shared here, on the anniversary of Patrick’s passing. The following link is an authorized reprint, found on the Poetry Foundation web site. For your convenience, I’ve also included (more)
Portent
Patrick | 28 Feb 2019
| Category: Poetry
_by nowI have learnedthat all things portendbut thenwhen we fought each other downby day and made it upby night i did not know the sloop sailedhard by the ochre cliffsthe waves slapping like wet sheetson the stony shorea gull shriekedriding our spill from the falcon’s nesta feathered missile hurtledair to airspur and talon demolishedthe gliding (more)
A Quiet Evening at Home
Patrick | 25 Feb 2019
I have just stoked up the wood burning Jotul, and just in case we are inspired to song, put on the heater in the music room. By my wing-back is the copy of Great Jones Street cover curling from the damp bookmark in place. I have just cooked turkey in mustard with old-fashioned mashed potatoes, (more)
Paper de Música
Patrick | 24 Feb 2019
| Category: Poetry
This is a bookmark. The front had a love poem in Spanish by Argentinian poet Mechi Alvarellos, followed by Patrick’s translation. On the back was a note that read: “JP — I thought you should be the one to throw these away. I have many letters from 1960’s on — you want them?” As you (more)
A Storm in Izmir
Patrick | 23 Feb 2019
| Category: First Timer Visitors, Poetry
The sky behind the bluff catches fire and burns Down the clouds, spreads to the peaks Above the bay; the wind changes and turns The waves into dolphins racing to break The headland toward the open sea. The squall breaks over us, not from sky or hill, But out of black crashing ocean spilled Over (more)