Two Poems
by
Roger Connah
THE OPERA: alfresco
Thankfully I may still have some years
before deciding whether life
-at least
that gi ven to me
I claim little for others of this-
is the last temptation
or just this operatic breath
searching for an audience.
And how you make even those words
words
skip
to their inevitable redundancy
Beautifu ll y put: she wou ld have whispered
Leaning over the balcony of my opera.
THE EXTRATERRITORIAL BEARD
The lights are out
searching for the first signs
of ice, entering Helsinki
from the South
is a winter's journey
an incision
in to extraterri torial terri tory
the bard once said
