Two Poems

 

by Mark Young

 

 

 

 

Today’s horse

 

 

Pollen assemblages, continental
separation, the comparisons

with modern analogs—we are all
psychopaths in our quest for heritage.

 

 

 

 

Re-burying the dead

 

 

I’d never really
thought about it
before, but it’s the
obvious in Eliot that
gets me angry, “coming
over the Starnbergsee”
indeed, as if there
were some other
direction to arrive
from, light rain or not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mark Young has been publishing poetry for over fifty years.  His work has been widely anthologized and his essays and poetry have been translated into a number of languages.  He is the author of more than twenty books, primarily poetry but also including speculative fiction and art history.  He is the editor of the ezine Otoliths.  He lives on the Tropic of Capricorn in Australia.