Robin:
This is really something -- louche means "transgressive"?
Richard
>SONNET FOR EMMA
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>Faith be given to no faithless faces,
>Trust warrants loyalty but love is the other,
>Death and despair may carry us further -
>But your shaken hair still spreads its graces.
>
>The passport of love will lighten the traces
>Better than ever a surrogate brother
>Or even compassion from a mother
>To wipe the louche tears from our faces.
>
>I yawn and bless you in this cold space
>Chilled by the doom of words that spill
>Our blood - lives neatly spaced apart.
>
>Shadows in the empty grate make up your face
>Where a smile gleams centred and still -
>You are the haunt of all my art.
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>RWH 13/7/98
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