Photo of a garden with laburnum.‘Clean Beauty’ by Kevin O’Keeffe The Society July 23, 2020 Beauty, Poetry 4 Comments How wild become the eyes! How fine it is to learn! That the beauty in the sky’s Cold torch of perfect pearl, Or in the trunk of the laburnum With those swaying yellow leaves That catch the glitter of the sun And the power of its heat, Can cure the truer parts— Can pull the mortal thorn Of worry from the heart. So much love and wonder born From the stars of lonely nights And the quiet of their lights. Kevin O’Keeffe was born & raised in Ireland but has spent the bulk of his adult life in America. A mathematician by trade, he writes poetry to relax and recalibrate. His work has been featured in the Page & Spine, the Delmarva Review, and the upcoming Anthology of best British and Irish poets from eye-wear publishing. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Peter Hartley July 23, 2020 Kevin – a wonderful poem to read out loud and very sonorous. Also technically interesting with the Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme and “off-width“ lines. V G Reply Margaret Coats July 23, 2020 Most effective recalibration! First quatrain sets up the process, but doesn’t let the reader speed through, because one must think “What does he mean by ‘Cold torch of perfect pearl’?” After attention is re-set, there comes the warm quatrain with the expanded or “off-width” lines 5 and 7, then the calming effect described in lines 9-11, and a confirming comment in lines 12-14. I would make triplets of the last two stanzas, but your final couplet arrangement does draw attention to the Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme. Precise and enjoyable work. Reply C.B. Anderson July 23, 2020 I would disagree with Margaret in that I thought the lines lacked definition. “What does he mean” tells the whole story. Does this poem mean anything at all? Or is it just a poet’s whimsy? It was pleasant enough, but at some point there should be a point. Reply Margaret Coats July 24, 2020 When I say O’Keeffe demands a slowdown for attention at “the sky’s/Cold torch of perfect pearl,” I mean he doesn’t use a trite, obvious way to say “moon.” That easy test at line 4 takes a few seconds to get the answer, and if you stop thinking right there, the recalibration that the poet says (in his bio) is one of his aims in writing, and that I described in an analysis longer than his quick lines–never happens. Evan also put you off track with the photo, which is good for lines 5-6, but stopped you from connecting the answer to the line 4 conundrum with the clear reference to the night sky in the final couplet. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.