A collection of wonderful, heartfelt poems dealing with love and loss, friendship and enmity, and a host of other shades of the human soul. I hope you take something away from them (and I don't mean plagiarism!)
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
October is marigold, and yet
A glass half full of wine left out
To the dark heaven all night, by dawn Has dreamed a premonition
Of ice across its eye as if The ice-age had begun its heave.
The lawn overtrodden and strewn From the night before, and the whistling green
Shrubbery are doomed. Ice Has got its spearhead into place.
First a skin, delicately here Restraining a ripple from the air;
Soon plate and river on pond and brook; Then tons of chain and massive lock
To hold rivers. Then, sound by sight Will Mammoth and Sabre-tooth celebrate
Reunion while a fist of cold Squeezes the fire at the core of the world,
Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart, And now it is about to start.