Help !!I keep reading it as
'a creaky old poet near the harbour
stop-start heavy equipment
the grazing window picks up dust on the table.............................
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Neat Jill
& I agree, those 'tempers of an early century _are_ catching', to our
despair...
Doug
On 7-Apr-05, at 3:10 AM, Jill Jones wrote:
> a creaky old floor near the harbour
> stop-start heavy equipment
> the grazing window picks up dust on the table
>
> port light and stormy mountain
> the rattling of offices, drawers and clicks
> the silent bashbashbash, as if it's important
>
> an odour lingers somewhere between
> sandalwood, farmyard and small smoke
> and time goes floppy around lunch
>
> after the disagreement on the stair
> even normality is hard to jolly along
> tempers of an early century are catching
>
> baby birds squeak in a cavity
> the trashy foreshore is worn with a muddy green
> it's not pretence but years make it a bit scabby
>
> and rightly so after all that work
>
>
> Jill Jones
> Salamanca Arts Centre, Hobart, snapped 4 April 2005
>
>
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
He saw the dark as a ragged garment
spread out to air.
Through its rents and moth-holes
the silver light came pouring.
Denise Levertov
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