I thought it might be fun, every once in a while, to include links to the allusions in my poetry. So here you have it, “The Muddy Northern Bank” with annotations:
What prince’s cheek would blush so pale
Rising from the muddy ground?
(Here and there, among the bootmarks:1
trampled in rites of spring.)
Elbows wet, held high on shoulders, that
early, long march
Of schoolboy brows grown green
with heavy laurels!2
And so I padded near—behind—
treading glorious on glorious heel1
Heard heroic words from heroes’ lips, those
songs still worthy and the deeds still fit
For a sunny boathouse morning.
Bits of paper4
Mementos of summer and the late, gay spring
Those trophies of our childhood.