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LAST REFRESHED: 27 Nov 12

POEM TO VERA

And all that I shall ever write,
Before the morning, beyond the night,
Could not whisper and could not shout
Softer, louder what life’s about
Than my dumb lips
Or our silent speaking fingertips.
O never be it otherwise!
The gift line’s given in our eyes
And lips and hands and bodies make
The sleeping poetry come awake
To sing and celebrate above
Our mean knowledge and poor love.


POEM AT SANTORINI - FOR VERA

I watch the girls beside the singing sea,
Sun warmed enough to taunt dead men to life.
And I would be no man
If I turned my eyes away to see
Only this landscape of volcanic strife.

So it’s not absurd if at my age I count
The days, like an infatuated youth,
To seeing you again
For all our years of love abound and mount
To heights beyond the reach of youth’s base truth.


POEM FOR LEONIE

Leonie, you remind me when
I held the hand of wonder then
Caught the tail of the western wind
And travelled worlds that never sinned.

Love was an island in the sun,
All joy could never be undone,
Hope was every happy morrow
And I could still weep in sorrow.

Perhaps the magic music’s gone
For me in rain and wind and storm
And I’m left only with the word
That mocks the music I once heard.

Perhaps, and yet I hear your rain,
Feel your fire that burns without pain
And try to turn the word back to
The lovely dream that lies with you.


POEM INTO SPACE

I am man.
Remember?
I was the boy
Making the toy
Of the world in my imagination.
I was the babe,
Embryo, fish, amoeba;
Contender for the crown of man.

Man I am.
Consider!
I have become
The total sum
Of world upon worlds’ creation,
Heaven and Hell
And from this shell
Deliver
The man I am.

To the far stars.
Contemplate!
Before the dawn
My slimy spawn
Was hatched under the sun’s portending
I knew, through me,
Would life’s destiny
Perpetuate
Its purpose to the stars.

I was chosen.
Understand!
My will was free.
Even for me
The way was hard with so many falling,
Dragging me deep
To the dark sleep,
Dreamless and
Godless, of the unchosen.

Now I am.
Visualise!
The chosen one,
Even the son,
I come touching new worlds to light,
Awakening
To wondering
The blind eyes
In the mirror I am.

All in me.
Believe!
What possibility
In eternity
To make with the unravelled twine of time
Golden nets to fish
For worlds in a wish
And conceive
All things in me.

And you in mine.
Accept!
I, whom you made
And then forbade
To worship any but you, am heir
In your image and great.
With love and hate
You’ve wept
Only in me for thine.

Only in me.
Confess!
Can you speak the word,
For I have heard
Your voice crying in the wilderness
Of myself to live:
This, only I can give;
Making manifest
The three in me.

I am man.
Kingdoms come
Only to the space
That I shall grace!
God, my father, this pride was yours,
For what means did you make
It mine, to forsake
Me and become
Forever free of man?