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More for Helen of Troy, Simon Mundy's new collection of poems from Seren, is suffused with the atmosphere of the landscapes that inspire him, the lush countryside of Powys, and a number of islands all over the world:Genada, Jamaica, Shetland, Italy. It is also deeply involved with many questions of desire: for the ideal of a beautiful woman, as 'Mermaid'; for the hope of a good state, as in 'The New Senedd, Cardiff' for the vision of a pristine country and seaside, as in 'Radnor Songs' and 'Aspects of Sea'. The tension between all these ideals, between lofty aims and inevitable disappointments, come together in the main title sequence, where an entire society must scheme and suffer for the allure of Helen. Helen is also emblematic: both a legendary figure and a imago for women from all times: pursued, desired, lonely, restless, she haunts the imagination of the poet. Sometimes keenly satirical, as in 'Society Haiku', and often poignantly lyrical as in 'Translated Daughter', these poems are both pointed and enjoyable.
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Simon Mundy
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Contents
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I. Before and After the Abduction
II. Perfect Nights
III. Hair Day
IV. Deceptive Beauty
V. Parade
VI. Menelaus’ Song
VII. Paris’ Song
VIII. The Soldier’s Song
IX. Menelaus Reports
X. Valediction
Mermaid
An Incident of War
Four Lyrics
Topkapi Cat
A Prayer for a New God-daughter
Afternoon Excuse
Society Hakiu
Translated Daughter
Olympic Love
The New Senedd, Cardiff
A Vote for Absence
Lines…
Citrus
Windows
Collusion
Radnor Songs
I. The Buzzard
II. Four
III. Summergill
IV. Flat Out
V. Radnor (New)
VI. Radnor (Old), Church and Harp
Presteigne Festival/Gwaithla 25 Years On
The Island I-X
Invocation
Later
Fifth Sense
My Independence Day
Gently, of course
The End of the Exhibition
Aspects of Sea
I. Beside
II. Under
III. On
IV. Above
Acknowledgements
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I
Before and After the Abduction
Such a clear division, surely impossible
That life can be so definite, so ordered
By one night, one dream remembered through the bruises,
The hands and worse carrying me away,
Discussing me inside and out,
Killing the pleasure of my secrets,
The frenzy of his misunderstanding
Becoming the public truth.
I have begun again, not at the beginning,
But instead at the moment when beauty
Became the source of conquest and Eros
The cruel god, instrument of Aphrodite’s revenge.
This must not decide my story, shroud my breath
Forbidding ecstasy. I will shake the dark spots from the sun.
II
Perfect Nights
As the fruitless hours wore on
In a foreign town
She could hear the absent men in battle,
Disputing her favours, her qualities,
The entrances and storerooms of pleasure
She tried to keep hidden on parade.
Lying awake and naked but mercifully
Alone she imagined distant alliances
Forged as her messages
Fell on listening ears
Inspired to faster rescue than could be managed
By the rancid men
Squabbling on the beach at dawn.
Then there would be perfect nights
Secure, warm, dark, rich and out of exile.
III
Hair Day
The braiding could take a morning
From dawn, when the other women
Yawned, too stiff to flaunt their lesser virtues,
Through the brilliance of the southern sun,
Its brightening echoed in the lightening
Of her strands from reddish gold to almost white.
Only far below, the place of Paris,
Did a dark shadow expose the soul,
Even that mown and ordered
To obedient falsehood.
IV
Deceptive Beauty
She carries all the contradictions
Of peonies, body and soul,
Bloom and stem, held proud in Spring,
First and fast to rise. Her face a glory
Budding in a perfect moon, a mystery
So contained, complex in hidden folds,
So fecund in astonishing conclusion.
In full June panoply she seems
Gaspingly beautiful, her white cheeks
Tinged with pink, her neck flecked
With clever hints of colour, her scent
