Tulip
Tulip in my room,
a flower still drinking in
uprooted continuity:
beyond the filling water-tank, tape-cassette
that lonely next-door girl repeats again,
echo of the weir on my shadowed walls,
traffic and trains and evening guffaw
drifting on a deepening thought, diffuse as perfume
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Midges
Today, gently tracing and pointing
attention to the middle-air,
white midge-motes precipitate
a miraculous recognition of calm
swept among their midge-dance; so
delicate twining columns
scatter and fade in fluff of memory
before deft buds and river glints.
Love, whose breeze of wishes counterpoints
these speckled words in eyes and mind,
intricate as early midges,
breathe in these lines, negligent
as these ephemera, so mercifully
spelled in your life-craft.
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Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
