Opus 181 by Arthur Davison Ficke Skeptical cat, Calm your eyes, and come to me. For long ago, in some palmed forest, I too felt claws curling Within my fingers... Moons wax and wane; My eyes, too, once narrowed and widened... Why do you shrink back? Come to me: let me pat you-- Come, vast-eyed one... Or I will spring upon you And with steel-hook fingers Tear you limb from limb... There were twins in my cradle... Today's poem is in the public domain. |
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Arthur Davison Ficke is perhaps best remembered for participating in one of the most successful literary hoaxes of the twentieth century. Using the pseudonym Anne Knish, Ficke, along with fellow poet Witter Bynner, founded the Spectric school of modernist poetry to mock the reigning aesthetics of modernism at the time. Many of Ficke's Spectric poems, including "Opus 181," received widespread critical attention and were published in the spoof poetry collection Spectra: A Book of Poetic Experiments (1916). The Spectra Hoax began to unravel in 1918; Ficke's later poems were largely overshadowed by the success of his satirical work. |
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