on 18/10/05 8:31 AM, Douglas Clark at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Poem
>
> It is night
> And there are no dreams left.
> The front door remains unlocked
> Waiting for the visitor who never comes.
>
> I have spent the evening
> Listening to Dylan and watching Hans Sachs:
> Dirge and the third act of Meistersinger.
> I dont want to sleep forever.
>
> Days were lifetime's ocean,
> Morning woke fresh with sun's up.
> With love out of the window
> I devote myself to pain.
>
> Spinoza's biological view
> Kickstarted the Enlightenment,
> No Heaven; No Hell; No progress in evolution;
> We all return to dust.
>
> I remember the Ballachulish ferry
> And how we drove round the loch to avoid it.
> There is a bridge now
> And no escape.
>
> A little cat to outlive me
> Sits on me purring.
> Will the last person on the planet
> Please switch out the light.
Douglas,
Welcome back...
The leaps in this are exhilarating for this reader.
But if there's a bridge, there is an escape?
And the last two lines sound too familiar, no?
And 'cat to outlive me', I know the intuition, the new pup in this house
stirs it in me constantly, but it's all so unpredictable, isn't it...?
If you should go first, what becomes of puss?
Max, in Melbourne
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