*** At the cathedral of sun rays, In the arabesque of forgetfulness, Solemn and silent, I saw no-one, caught nothing, But felt embraced, Sitting inside the flames On Sint Andre’s…
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*** I wonder How many poems it would take me to read to you before you fall asleep? With a scarf in my hands I enter this spring, pretending I…
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*** Imagine an island. An island you can only imagine. Its walls were thin, Strengthened with rocks They’d bring from the sea. Rocks and bits of shell and coral and…
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*** The key word in the sonata Is the final estàtico. The day’s summit comes After ‘good morning’ puzzles - Crescent-shaped hopes Looking like croissants, Afternoon doubts piled as ‘drafts’,…
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*** Well, it all began with fragments of a dressing gown you wore, I never saw you in a bathing robe, But in a bathing robe you were, Shining on…
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*** Un samedi après-midi, Some sit, some sleep, Some are in full bloom, Others droop and wilt, The joy and triste Don’t sunder, They co-exist This perfect afternoon Of unresolved…
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*** How, and where, should my eye start? With the first sand grain I step? With the first sea wave I touch? Or let the eye dance around the seaside…
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*** At dusk, in the dress of dust, The day Blends with the magic of melting sun, A trivial Thursday becomes A springboard for love, Succumbs to astonishing ashes. I…
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*** I went for a walk-in-the-snow and thought about Marcel: His madeleine, of course, and the tea smell, His cork-lined bedroom, My Proust - the master of social distancing! Mademoiselles…
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*** There was no trace of humans Over the snowed-up beach, I thought of you, as I do often, And followed you inside this chiaroscuro noon. I screwed one eye…
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