Yes, & to all those gifts...
Doug
On Jan 15, 2014, at 3:33 AM, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Here's to the last line !!
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Max Richards
> Sent: 15 January 2014 10:31
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: 'My last poem'
>
> My last poem
>
> will range back to times in my past
> when I paused as things happened
>
> unearned but beyond valuing - gifts
> from some invisible bestower
>
> usually outdoors - the sun rose
> presenting its familiar surprise
>
> or later the sky changed from overcast
> to clear - maybe the clouds were resting
>
> above land to the east in a curve like the bay's
> so the westering sun made gold over
>
> the green slopes behind us and made
> of the sea itself gold-tipped waves
>
> nudging one another our way.
> You'd be on the beach with me,
>
> dearest, and your favourite birds
> nearby as if making gifts
>
> of themselves to you.
> Sharing was what we were doing,
>
> and there seemed no end to it,
> though there would be, darkness
>
> coming on, no knowing when
> but not yet, not quite yet.
>
Douglas Barbour
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