photo by Arthur Gary
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Sabbatical
for Doug Lang
We hear tales of a wonderful country called Wales
Only Wales is wholly imaginary, like Middle Earth
Or the Starfleet Academy
There is no holiday called Christmas
Children do not exist
Humans have as yet failed to discover
A reliable means of reproducing their kind
Except in elaborate fictions—a kind of imitation of life
Lana Turner has not collapsed, at least not yet
There was no ancient mariner
And he never stopped anybody
All the world is not a stage
Some people actually are islands
The world is not too much with us
All happy families are not alike
I know whether I am the hero of my own story
I think I am extremely likely to see
A poem lovely as a tree
I do not celebrate myself or sing myself
There is not much of me
And I don’t taste all that good
This not the saddest story I have ever heard
I am not a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together
Although I admit it must look that way sometimes
I did not place that jar in Tennessee
I didn’t eat the plums
In the beginning God did not create anything
This is not Illyria, lady
The answer is not blowing in the wind
You are not my funny valentine
Fish do not gotta swim, birds do not gotta fly
‘Twas not brillig
Lafayette, we are not here
I do not want you green
I do not wander lonely as a cloud
If clouds really are all that lonely
I took the road everybody else takes
And it hasn’t made any difference at all
A thing of beauty is not a joy forever
I don’t have to go down to the sea again
The sea is not calm tonight
I don’t remember
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Bernard Welt is the author of Serenade (Z Press), and poetry in journals including The Antioch Review, Sun & Moon, Little Caesar, and Z, as well as of Mythomania: Fantasies, Fables, and Sheer Lies in Contemporary American Popular Art (Art issues Press). His poem, “I stopped writing poetry . . .” appeared in The Best American Poetry 2001 (Robert Hass, ed., New York: Scribner, 2001).
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Such a fun and funny poem, thanks!
Posted by: Casey Smith | July 26, 2020 at 03:38 PM
Way to go, Bernie. For you on honeydew have not fed, nor drunk the milk of paradise. -- DL
Posted by: The Best American Poetry | July 26, 2020 at 03:40 PM
Brilliant!
Posted by: John Clayton | July 26, 2020 at 03:46 PM
I feel lucky to have heard Bernard read this poem last fall. It is superb, and has come to my mind very often since then. So glad to see it here.
Posted by: Beth Joselow | July 26, 2020 at 04:12 PM
Bernard has always been the gold standard.His intelligence, humor and surprise will knock me out every time. It has done this to me for years.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | July 26, 2020 at 04:30 PM
One of my favorite poems! Thank you for posting it!
Posted by: Christopher J Mason | July 26, 2020 at 05:54 PM
Thanks, Chris. It's a favorite of mine, too.
Posted by: Terence Winch | July 26, 2020 at 07:21 PM
Yes---Bernard is a gem.
Posted by: Terence Winch | July 26, 2020 at 07:22 PM
That was a great reading by Bernard. I remember not liking that I had to follow him.
Posted by: Terence Winch | July 26, 2020 at 07:23 PM
This poem is even more lovely than a Redwood tree. There, I said it, and I am standing by my words. My new favorite poem, even better than Prufrock!
Posted by: Bill Nevins | July 27, 2020 at 10:47 AM
Thank you, Bill. I've always felt that on a good day, I could out-Prufrock Prufrock.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:20 PM
Aw, very kind, Chris. Very kind Terence too.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:20 PM
Why, Grace Cavalieri! I might have to have this embroidered on a sampler -- to weep into during those low moments . . . xo
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:22 PM
Aw gosh. Thank you. I'm glad people are liking it.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:22 PM
Sez who?
Thank you for this, DL. I'm just sending some poems out for the first time in years, so the timing is great. And I really DO read the site :-)
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:24 PM
I'm a fun and funny guy.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:24 PM
Thank you. It was a great event. We need another. XO B
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 27, 2020 at 02:30 PM
Dear Bernard:
I love this poem's wit and its nod to JB in the last line. More, please! And thanks to Terence for choosing it.
Posted by: David Beaudouin | July 27, 2020 at 03:29 PM
Heh!
Posted by: David Beaudouin | July 27, 2020 at 03:30 PM
I never wrote this. But I like the poem. 😏
Posted by: Ellen Maidman-Tanner | July 27, 2020 at 03:32 PM
You're welcome, Mr. Beaudouin.
Posted by: Terence Winch | July 27, 2020 at 05:47 PM
It’s uncanny how this reminds me of Doug Lang and his lovely acerbity. This is truly lovely. Thank you!
Posted by: Lorenzo Cardim | July 27, 2020 at 08:27 PM
Brings to mind the name of Marty Stuart's band - the Fabulous Superlatives. And they, too, can make me laugh out loud.
Bernard, thanks for this (and for the dedication to Doug Lang).
Terry, thanks for selecting this.
Patrick Clancy
Posted by: Patrick Clancy | July 28, 2020 at 12:18 PM
And thank *you*, Patrick.
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 28, 2020 at 01:53 PM
Thank you :-)
Posted by: Bernard Welt | July 28, 2020 at 01:54 PM