A while ago I wrote some parodies of/homages to (i.e. respectful imitation of points of style) some contemporary poets. Here are three.
Love Song to Bike (after Lee Harwood)
As your frame is green you move me.
Riding northward with you, “thinking of you”,
and your frame, under me O
O Emmanuel. “biblical quotation.”
And they shall call his name Emmanuel,
which being interrupted is, God with us.
Your pale luminescent tubing
“moves me”, as with the strokes of my pedal
I move you.
Writing (after Tom Raworth)
not doing it
is such a
each time it begins
even the end
of the beginning
is too far
hey, did you know
because the martyrdom
of St Catherine
they tried to break
her back on a breaking
in continental Europe
during the middle ages
but it was the wheel broke
not her back
so they cut off
which i thought
and so writing
Something concerning identity (after Denise Riley)
I have always thought, on the question of persons,
that myself yourself with conversation like a filmy skin
sliding between us, thought that thinking
of what I might be may hamper my being.
On the question of selves I have been consistent and furious.
Conversation births a third self bodied forth from words
dependent horribly powerful dependent on the participants
and unique, and not I, and not you, but not not. So what.