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Andrew cheers works better and what a lots of responses -I am enjoying being olden am now ever so olden and get oldener day by day -all this glorious free time -time to do-not doing that work yhingy ? thingy !and a new (ish) cat Asher moved in VB is with janet in our two house arrangement Well enough ramble from me -hope your Oz fires are done -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of andrew burke Sent: 02 April 2009 12:15 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Blake poem What do retired people who write poetry do but fiddle and fart around with their own words. Here is the latest and perhaps last version of that lumpy text I threw at you earlier this week. Thanks to Judy, Patrick, Doug, Frederick and anyone else who addressed the mess for me. Off list, Andrew Taylor also helped steer me right. The Poetical Works (title) Forty six years on and still I warm my hands over it. It opens me out like a choir singing rounds in eighteenth century London. I take it down from the shelf to remember her now, sophisticated lady who in a Sydney harbourside mansion placed Blake's poems in my hands, me in my overalls and boots, and said, 'We've been waiting for you.' She patted Blake's flimsy skin aged to a cream veinless patina. 'We know you'll enjoy this , boy.' Alf, ragged aged removalist, said, 'Let's go.' I went down my own back roads since then, through cities and fields, to land awkwardly as a pelican on this seat this morning to remember my bottle-scarred muse, alive with Blake's pulse in the skein of days. Thanks all. -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 8.0.238 / Virus Database: 270.11.37/2036 - Release Date: 04/01/09 21:02:00