Photo of Vladimir Lenin holding a cat.‘Lenin’ and Other Poetry by Duane Caylor The Society March 17, 2021 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 24 Comments . Lenin It’s late. He walks the lonely corridor in this part of the Kremlin with his cat hammocked in his arm. He stops before the door of every commissariat that’s still aglow and enters into each, although he knows the commissars have gone. Frugality is something he must teach: he switches off the lights that they’ve left on. He’s like the cat he strokes so tenderly; both have strong preferences, but weak affections. His true love is an ideology of which both wife and mistress are reflections. At last, he finds the final burning light and turns it off, inviting in the night. . . Watching Television Coverage of the Fire at Notre Dame de Paris, April 15, 2019 A single spark is all it took to seed the fatal fronds and tendrils of the fire that now insinuates itself to feed on ancient wood of transept, nave, and spire— the boards of fifty acres. Windows burst, and stained glass falls like petals from a rose. While firemen work to quench the inferno’s thirst, a crowd awaits what tragedy will expose. The blaze illumines soul as well as face: one weeping woman on the street says she is irreligious, skeptical of grace, truth, providence, and even history. Like ash, her sorrow drifts beneath the skies: she knows not what is lost, nor why she cries. . . Edward Hicks: An Indian Summer View of the Farm and Stock of James C. Cornell, 1848 Although it’s topographical, this scene still seems ethereal, as if the horses, sheep, cattle, pigs, and men were caught between mundane things and the angels in their courses. The livestock, loosed from stanchion and from stall, crowd foreground in millennial expectation, waiting serenely for the trump’s last call. Behind them, farmers, rapt in conversation, inhabit pastures green. Peripherally, a ploughman drives his team, but stirs no dust; fat haystacks fade into eternity; and thin trees cling to leaves of gold and rust. This painted world is too good to believe. Perhaps that’s why the style is called naïve. . . . Duane Caylor is a physician in Dubuque, IA. His poetry has appeared in a number of journals, including First Things, Measure, Slant, and Blue Unicorn. 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 email@example.com. 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) 24 Responses Joe Tessitore March 17, 2021 I read the poetry before I took note of the author’s name and, as I read, was sure that I was read the poetry of a woman. It is profoundly sensitive. Reply Duane K Caylor March 17, 2021 Hi. Thank you for your kind comments. I’m honored to be called sensitive (even more so, profoundly sensitive), especially in my profession. To be clear, I am male. My middle name is Kent, though I almost always just use the initial. My wife and I have the same email (she’s not much into computers), so her name appears when the email is cited. Hence, “Duane Nancy Caylor. “ Once again, thank you. Have a great day. Reply Wm Conelly March 17, 2021 Three excellent poems: observant, accomplished and a pleasure to re-read. Kudos Reply Duane K Caylor March 17, 2021 Thank you for kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed them. Reply Jared Carter March 17, 2021 Hats off to three excellent sonnets. Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Thank you for your complimentary review. Reply Sally Cook March 17, 2021 As both painter and poet, I have always loved the works of Hicks, and your description of the painting does it justice. And I find it interesting that Lenin, responsible for so much tumultuous change in the world should concern himself with a pet cat and saving electricity, though the symbolism of lights going out works beautifully. And Notre Dame? You take us there. As both painter and poet, I can’t help but wonder what you might have to say about my paintings. Sometimes I do write poems about them, but I like to hear what others say. If you ever care to give it a go, a virtual tour of my work is available on this site; Evan know where. Yours is the sort of careful work I look for here. Perhaps you will continue to contribute? Hope so. Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Thank you for your encouraging words. I am impressed that you have gifts in different artistic disciplines. It makes me think of William Blake or one of the Pre-Raphaelites. I would like to take a look at your paintings. The aesthetics this site nicely frame the poetry here presented. This is my first strictly online publication (though my poems in First Things and some from Atlanta Review are, I think, online), and I’m pleased with the presentation. And as the cultural and political views here represented are, of course, congenial to me. So I would certainly consider submitting poems here again. Reply Sally Cook March 18, 2021 I checked it out, and Evan’s posting of the virtual tour of my paintings is still on this site, at: https://classicalpoets.org/2020/04/13/new-sally-cook-art-exhibit-can-be-visited-virtually/ I hope you will take a look, both at the paintings and the resultant comments. There may even be something that will inspire a poem! In any case, I will value your opinion. Thank you. Susan Jarvis Bryant March 17, 2021 What a confection box of wonderful sonnets – each one is engaging, thought-provoking and beautifully crafted. In “Lenin”, the comparison with the man and the cat; “He’s like the cat he strokes so tenderly;/both have strong preferences, but weak affections.” is chillingly apt, as is the closing couplet with the dark and devilish words; “…inviting in the night.” saying everything with a cool, calculated, fearsome subtlety. Very well done, indeed! “Watching Television Coverage of the Fire at Notre Dame de Paris, April 15, 2019” grabbed me with this breathtaking image; “Windows burst,/and stained glass falls like petals from a rose”. The closing couplet is haunting… it seems that in this cruel age of destruction, no one will know the significance of their culture and their history until it is but ash beneath their feet. I like the ekphrastic “Edward Hicks: An Indian Summer View of the Farm and Stock of James C. Cornell, 1848” for the portrayal of the peripheral view. It made me take a closer look at this painting with your shining words illuminating the way. Thank you, Mr. Caylor! Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Hello. I’m humbled by such positive reception of my sonnets. My previous publications have been in the print medium, mostly little magazines, so feedback is only rarely forthcoming. And I’ve never blogged before (you might say I don’t get out much). I’m very pleased that you enjoyed the sonnets. Although I appreciate the diversity of poetic forms available, the sonnet is my favorite. I’m gratified that you enjoyed them and appreciate your kind and thoughtful comments. Reply Yael March 17, 2021 Interesting and engaging throughout, a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing. Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the poems. I think I’ve had more feedback here today for these three sonnets than I’ve received for all of my previously published poem put together. I am very grateful for such careful consideration. Reply Margaret Coats March 17, 2021 All three are excellent sonnets. The first two end very well by leaving the reader with tension to resolve in further thought. The one on the Edward Hicks painting is at once descriptive and interpretive, concluding with a peaceful resolution that mirrors the effect for which Hicks is well known. I would be interested to know what network or station you were watching the day of the Notre Dame fire. Did you see a special focus on the woman in your sestet, or is she simply your own artistic choice for the poem? Either way, well done. Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Hello. The woman in the poem was, in fact, featured in an interview outside Norte Dame on the day of the fire. Of course, her thoughts were not as explicit as represented in the poem, but they were substantially the same. I believe I was watching FOX News, and I think she said something to the effect that even though she had no religious belief, she found herself grieving inexplicably. Thank you for taking the time to comment on my writing. Reply Margaret Coats March 18, 2021 I’m glad to hear that FOX gave you the material you put to such fine use in the Notre Dame poem. I was also watching most of the day, and found that most American coverage seemed rather unfeeling, so I switched to France 24, and immediately sensed the potential tragedy apparent to the French. They also recognized the heroism of the firefighters right away, although no one realized its extent until later. President Macron was at the scene, and was warned that continuing to fight the blaze into the night might mean 20 or 30 firefighters dead by morning, and he could not order public employees to take such a risk. The decision to continue and save the cathedral’s famous facade was entirely that of the firefighters themselves. Only Heaven enabled them to do what they did without the loss of a single human life. You did a marvelous job of making them and the anxious crowd the dramatic turn in your sonnet. Cynthia Erlandson March 17, 2021 All three are beautiful sonnets, but I especially love the one about the Notre Dame fire — the imagery is really breathtaking, almost heart-stopping. As Susan does, I just love the line about the stained glass falling like rose petals! Reply Duane Caylor March 17, 2021 Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my sonnets. I really appreciate it. As I mentioned to Susan Jarvis Bryant, I am a neophyte at blogging (if that’s what this is really) and to have so many consider my writing and comment on it is a new and pleasant experience (at least on this scale) to me. Reply Cynthia Erlandson March 18, 2021 I have found this to be a wonderful group of people. I’m glad you have, too! C.B. Anderson March 18, 2021 You, Duane, have great control over both the form and the substance of your poems. I have a feeling that I have read your work elsewhere in the past. Blue Unicorn perhaps? You will always be welcome here. If your medical practice is as good as your poetic praxis, then I would like to schedule an appointment. Reply Duane Caylor March 18, 2021 Thank you. I appreciate the compliments. I have been in Blue Unicorn a number of times. My poems have been in other journals, as well. Reply C.B. Anderson March 19, 2021 Yeah, but Blue Unicorn is probably the only one to which I have a subscription. Sally Cook March 18, 2021 Dear Mr. Caylor – I just sent yoiu the link to the virtual tour of my paintings, which was posted after the gallery was shut down two hours before the opening. But now I don’t see it and presume that something went awry with the computer as usual. So, here it is again. I apologize for the dread machine. Evan’s posting of the virtual tour of my paintings is still on this site, at: https://classicalpoets.org/2020/04/13/new-sally-cook-art-exhibit-can-be-visited-virtually/ I hope you will take a look, both at the paintings and the resultant comments. . Reply Duane Caylor March 18, 2021 Thank you. I’ll take a look at them. 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.