Byron Beynon

Byron Beynon, Poet,on the Benybont website

Musée du Louvre

From his 1993 collection Restaurant of Mud, published by Stride.


                                     An umbilical queue of people
                                     is attached to Pei's pyramid.
                                     Once inside I take the escalator
                                     that descends from the modern entrance
                                     to the underground bookshops and cafes,
                                     where visitors pay to enter
                                     the wings of the museum.
                                     A bewildering choice of rooms and corridors,
                                     a plethora of antiquities, paintings, sculpture,
                                     the calm Mona Lisa
                                     behind bullet-proof glass.
                                     "In the Louvre at one o'clock",
                                     Mary Wordsworth met Annette
                                     for the first time, and Caroline
                                     always called William "father".
                                     I am a victim of fascination,
                                     a magnet for the flow of life,
                                     its fever, its vanishing point.