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BLONDIN

“Blondin” is a like a large box of tasty organic delicacies, which you dip in and out of at your leisure – not something to be attempted at one sitting. The poems deal with many facets of life, from glimpses of the cosmic, to the scent of the breeze on a local Cornish lane. Whatever your taste- whether it be wit, insight, or the Tao, you’ll find something to engage you. Continue reading

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GOING OUT THERE IS NO OTHER

Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace.Though we must love one another,whose is the beloved’s face? Start from wherever you think you wish to,you cannot end up in a different place.Examine carefully the mirrors around you.All … Continue reading

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LABEL IT CORRECTLY

In St Peter’s graveyardthe bones have labels. The labels are incised in marble or slate.The coming together of the bones is recorded.(God breathed on those bones.)The dislocation of the bones is recorded.(God stopped breathing.)The length of time in betweenis calculated … Continue reading

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LEARNING

Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading

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JANUARY, JANUARY…

Ice, thick,as I have never seenon Cherwell.Jagged, floating towards Isis. Low mists of ice-dustdrift on Christ Church meadow and cool the bloodof long-horn cattlestanding ankle-deep in mud. A lame roe deerbeneath the treespauses, wherethe sudden call of cootssplits the air. … Continue reading

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MIDWINTER’S DAY

Hippophaewith clusters of orange berrieson spiky twigs. Set in this ancient, yellowstone wall,which separates the formal walksfrom the marsh garden to the south,is the gateway (with gate long gone).At its base, nerines – all mauves and reds –spill over on … Continue reading

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ARMISTICE DAY

“Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.” So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s lines for those whose sufferings for their nation had bred a dull, dark, painful generation with gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths … Continue reading

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