'All of my now lost years are new leaf mould'
Aha! I hope well rotted!!cheers P
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
Sent: 02 June 2015 17:27
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Subject: Elidius
If I lived elsewhere, this version had died
in draft, crossed through and much overwritten �
as once I was foetal, fishlike. There are,
of us, ocean qualities; though we need boats
for life, bringing us to dry mountain tops.
Ghosts jangle their ways into their lost peace,
denying that which they must acknowledge.
What I have been, my pen pushes through me,
writing all that I am since becoming.
My hand and I are guided. Like a beast
led to new pasture. Or a well-fed horse
suddenly burdened by someone not itself,
of doubtable love, spurring; who does no harm
yet leads it into harm. I am too young
in brain to do anything otherwise. I am
here now; and now is all I�ve ever known.
He whose experience taught me of him
is not accessible today. Not here.
My memory updates a teacher�s chalk list.
My imposed tasks and my weird brief identity.
All of my now lost years are new leaf mould
and myth. My poor recall�s a charm on the dead.
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