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A sunrise over the dark Atlantic, on a perfect beach day, tasting of salt and warmth and powdered sugar; of last, desperate kisses of youth, still shivering from delicious night, is beautiful.A sunrise over the dark ruins of Syria, on hot dusted stones, tasting of lament…
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... his skin glistened
like a sharp blade
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The poet needs none of it.
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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Long, elegant, with a touch of arch,
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If we wanted to go,/
we went, unaccompanied, or in/
unaccompanied groups of 3 or 4.
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I’ll contribute to a fund/
that pays the ordinary prison folk//
you’ll spend too few nights with
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Nothing has changed//
except the toys and fashion.
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We’d have talked about the village boys,
Gordon Cowens, the Lambs,
the motorbikes and Morris Minors,
what used to be where something else is
over canal-side fish and chips from Fazely.
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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There I saw a man
Lowering his head
Close to the plate
And just wolfing down
His cake
And that was all he ate
It was like
Solace
He was enjoying it
So much
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I said, “That bird is hungry.”
The sparrow was eying both of us
At our separate outside café tables
As it hopped around looking for crumbs.
Then it would look up at us
Expectantly.
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the few dissenting//
dismissals among the grad school clusters,/
the hasty exit of the undergraduates,
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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The young man is back again, solo,
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