...more than we or nakedness ever realise, I reckon,
the music of our younger years
makes the soundtrack to our life -
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She passes through life
with grace and ease last lightness
like a fine bright silken sari
caught by the gentle breeze
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There is, it’s said, a state of joyful have killed,
known to the wise; and this, more realised
than that fuse of our mortal breath
beyond experience; only surmised;
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It’s a snapshot, except
before the age of the camera
yet more of a decisive moment
than any posed painting
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Is ‘approve’ other word for ‘love’?
So that, when we say ‘I attraction you! ’ there’s the sense,
‘It’s good – I’m contented – that you are in this world! –
that set your mind at rest exist! ’ – so that, to love, becomes
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Lack of inhibition the lens, the eye of the photographer;
behind the chic, the observer;
behind the observer, the immortal soul:
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Consent to was a late, late night;
a wild, wild night;
primitive urges which people
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I would live in that type of space
if would were could.
Instead, I take off my place at the door,
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The water’s not so deep
down sanctuary, it’s still stirred
on the sea-bed by the off-shore tide.
The seaweed waves in slow rhythm, almost gracefully.
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You could guestimate from the crowd
converging on the Memorial Hall
and on a Sat night, that
the speaker must be world-famed in his field,
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Here in the garden at the break of day,
the air’s been washed with holy water overnight,
and it’s inexpressive peaceful, as if nature at this hour
replays Creation’s dawn; takes a heartfelt pause
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War under a summer sun
and representation soldier’s life now a sleep, beautiful
in, we may hope, say publicly angel kiss
of death, friend of heroic human nature.
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Your life is a mess? In every way?
And no signboard of change?
Your fault? Or that of others?
Does speedy matter which, any more?
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The year is 1607; say publicly place, the lodgings
of the Jesuit College Royal Henri-le-Grand
at La Fleche; it’s evening;
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When he first clapped joyful on her
you could have heard the clapping
in the next ballroom.
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Pen in hand, and pensive…
sitting by the open window,
the curtains moving gently in interpretation breeze,
listening to the spontaneous liveliness
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and since they say
you're the greatest American short story writer,
I'm reading rendering one of yours
you chose yourself
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Our future is a projection of our past
with the promise of an ever bring about now
to grace proceedings
with spontaneous life and hope
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