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Sunday, 4 October 2009

Catch (Winchester, Fall 1819)


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Love is in bondage to death and oblivious
A woman with wild hair, enmeshed in dream,
Cries out in the archaic Saxon dusk,
And I can feel the self shrinking from here

As the blue cloud floats out over the dune
Like a heavy dream, under a moon that
Appears pitted and gibbous as it catches
The cold spray of desire in its light nets

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Full moon surrounded by clouds: photo by Downtowngal, 2009
Backwash on beach, Courseulles sur Mer, Normandy
: photo by Daplaza, 2007

from TC: Junkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from The Life of John Keats


Mariana Soffer said...

Great poem Tom, I liked it a lot, I think you excelled yourself, it is really deep and real what you say there.

here is a little return:
Do smile for me
almost as if to lure
And then suddenly dance
While stealing a glance
Furtively flirting so often
readily waiting to soften
Appealing and repealing
Love like a lover

hope you are doing great man.

TC said...

How great a fool one would have to be to ever say no to Mariana's Offer!