Thursday, 5 February 2009

Alistair Noon - Sonnet for the Birth Centenary of Seán Rafferty

(Feb 5, 1909 - Dec 4, 1993)

Old men and their mythologies. The line’s
Seán Rafferty’s, who walked into his eighties,
brewed poems for his dead first wife, sold wines
and beers, and never stood on stages,
no, never stood on stages, and had to say
some poet was important, what they meant –
as if pub rules were hung there to obey –
that a certain woman was intelligent;
instead of pulling pints six days a week
slide in he’d sat beside Octavio Paz,
that the poems of a paleskin from Mozambique
were African in their sense of jazz,
and with every birthday pint a lifespan affords
take slower, slyer steps across the boards.


To mark the centenary of Seán Rafferty's birth, a short introduction to his life and work is available at Todd Swift's Eyewear blog, and further essays and responses in an e-chapbook published today at Intercapillary Space.

1 comment:

Emily Hasler said...

Thanks for this guys. I love the sonnet and am already enjoying the e-chapbook because of this hint.

Hope you're well,
Emily xx