Douglas,
You'll just have to get out there and look for love again.
On bus-stops, in libraries.
We look for ourselves in other's eyes.
An experinece of being alive.
Claire
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From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, November 08, 2002 5:55 AM
Subject: Poem: Feasting
> I had better come clean with myself. I dont want to write Cat POems.
> This, from twenty years ago, is what I want to write but the vein of
> silver is given out. It is from my book 'Troubador' (BEnjamin Press, 1985)
> I just cant do it anymore. OLd age! Very few people have ever seen it.
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> Feasting
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> I am the shape-maker
> electing out of the murmuring voices
> assonance and rhythm.
> I weave from the singularity of love
> triptychs of before and after.
> The constant spell amazes me
> as I fashion this glottal sympathy.
> Never to look back and say it was.
> Never to look forward and repeat the question.
> It was there in the moonlight
> as I brushed a tear from your cheek,
> Your eyes lit by Paradise,
> as you asked yourself where the rainbow lay.
> The lost years of youth burn brightest
> in the elation of your calm intelligence;
> Absurd before and after.
> Trapped together for eternity
> by an absence of words,
> The eyes, making a mockery of language
> at the feast of the soul.
> You, so pretty.
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> Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
> Lynx: Poetry from Bath ..........
http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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