First version dates from October 2012. Lately revised.
Stanzas for Practice
My earworm du soir: Gaga's "Bad Romance."
I laze in the flat with a black television
And dream of making famous literature
On an old laptop, in a scuffed notebook.
Soft dusk deepens into brilliant night;
A gibbous moon rises over West Cambridge.
I pinch myself. I’m living in West Cambridge!
Each morning thrills me like a new romance!
I number dozens of gratitudes each night.
Vexed neither by the web nor by television,
I write now, cradling an old notebook,
Hoping to make Immortal Literature.
My love, your eyes are full of Literature!
Come with me, walk the streets of West Cambridge!
You can write songs in your spiral-bound notebook,
Recording each detail of our romance!
It’s not like anything on television
Which gets more tacky with each passing night.
Let’s wake up in the middle of the night,
Drink black coffee, work on Literature.
Let’s prophesy, read tea leaves, tell our vision
To the slumbrous thoroughfares of West Cambridge.
Let’s read Dante in the language of Romance
And copy all his sonnets in our notebook.
I need to buy a five-by-seven notebook;
I used the last page of my old one last night,
Writing another maudlin "Ode to Romance,"
Offending heaven with slipshod literature.
Starlight graces the skies of West Cambridge:
Why not read Roethke, shun the television?
Nowadays I can't take television,
Not since the days of Morris Street's notebooks,
A distant memory here in West Cambridge!
What keeps my wits warm during this long night?
It is the living voice of Literature:
My longest crush, my most enduring Romance.
Readers of romance, scorners of television,
Make Literature new in a fresh notebook
As I embrace the night in West Cambridge.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-11-26 at 12:20
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by Thomas DeFreitas