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SPRING

The great rock spins a little closer to the Fireand all its creatures,born of warmthand of desire,crack shells, burst seeds,feed and breedand say YES. They burn gently, while they may,being born of warmth and of desire,until the great rock spins … Continue reading

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WHY?

Because we have neglected muchwe finish up with such and such,surrounded by we see and touch.Because we have neglected much. Because we sit and dream (and dream)we cannot separate is and seem;images come in floods and teem.Because we sit and … Continue reading

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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO

It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading

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THE 1944 EDUCATION ACT

Leaves blowingin a windthat has no origin(and no destination). Shadows fallingon an ancient wall(fall and fade). Still the childrenwatch the shadows fall.And learn and learnand learnto name them all(before they fade). Handsreaching fingertipstowards a distant,uncomprehending moon;clutching in frustration(shattering its reflectionin … Continue reading

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TRANSCENDENTAL ROSE

The year’s first transcendental rosestands where the self-sown apple grows. No pride at being first is shownnor discontent at standing there alone. Among the rosemary and gorseit is its own and only source. .

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UNFINISHED

A face half in shadowin the gallery;sudden silenceamong the guests,candlelit at the long table below. Girlsserving sherbetin the caravanserai.Before the whirlwindin the sandstorm’s eyetears up the desert. A severed headand the black mask of the executioneron Tower Hill. Broken masts … Continue reading

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THIS YEAR

This yearmixes spring and summer here,a sharp wind chasing baking heat.Hawthorn hangs like snow in clusterswith gorse and last year’s bracken at its feet,turning the whole cliff into an in-between season. Beyond the hillslie great fields of daffodilsbalancing organic gold … Continue reading

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