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What siren zooming is sounding our coming Up frozen fjord forging from freedom What shepherd’s call When stranded on hill, With broken axle On track to exile?With labelled luggage we alight at last Joining joking at the junction on the…
What does the song hope for? And the moved hands A little way from the birds, the shy, the delightful? To be bewildered and happy, Or most of all the knowledge of life? But the beautiful are content with the…
“We have brought you,” they said, “a map of the country;Here is the line that runs to the vats,This patch of green on the left is the wood,We’ve pencilled an arrow to point out the bay.No thank you, no tea;…
Watching in three planes from a room overlooking the courtyard That year decaying,Stub-end of year that smoulders to ash of winter, The last day dropping;Lo, a dream met me in middle night, I saw in a vision Life pass as…
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Wandering the cold streets tangled like old string,Coming on fountains silent in the frost,The city still escapes you; it has lostThe qualities that say “I am a Thing.” Only the homeless and the really humbledSeem to be sure exactly where…
Upon this line between adventureProlong the meeting out of good natureObvious in each agreeable feature. Calling of each other by nameSmiling, taking a willing armHas the companionship of a game. But should the walk do more than thisOut of bravado…
Under boughs between our tentative endearments how shouldwe hearBut with flushing pleasure drums distant over difficult country, Events not actual In time’s unlenient will?Which we shall not avoid, though at a station’s chance delay Lines branch to peace, iron up…
To throw away the key and walk away,Not abrupt exile, the neighbours asking why,But following a line with left and rightAn altered gradient at another rateLearns more than maps upon the whitewashed wallThe hand put up to ask; and makes…