the first line - the I and im
and the movements between endstop, enjamb, caesura
much else to like
agree with Doug, give him a chap (and a coffee)
On 02/11/2012, at 12:12 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
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> [It being a saintsy sort of day. I've let Elidius out of his coffin
> and invited him to say a few words.
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> Elidius, the patron saint of frothy coffee]
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> Implausibly, I imagine as I move,
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> the morning sky mingling with my sullen look.
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> There was a single time. Disregard it,
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> now no more than the downs covered in weed
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> towards the direction of the city in wonderment.
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> There is no city. Only the deepening water.
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> Ordered. The edge fractured.
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> Unthinkably, the last man in the world.
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> Far removed from personal light. From control
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> of a new question. Trying to suppress the character.
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> Persistence. The giving ungiving enters his mouth.
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> He speaks the sea story pouring into him.
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> He puddles it, hard-skilled in acts of preservation
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> untrustworthy depths of fact. The path we took.
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> Between need and thought, held to by fear, scrawled.
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