Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Great Regulars: In discovering his own, isolated male nakedness,

Actaeon breaks another taboo. He has no alternative, as before, and no further story, except, perhaps, that he will be forced (by loneliness or ill-health) to get to know this nakedness more intimately. His body may be a Newfoundland, but it's one which can be greeted only with irony. He's not even a stag any more.

[by George Szirtes]


O, my America, my Newfoundland
John Donne, "Elegy 20"

O, my America, discovered by slim chance,

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Poem of the week: Actaeon by George Szirtes


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