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Am never likely to go again.Faces are lost, and places passedAt which I could have stopped,And stopping, been glad enough.Some faces left a mark,And I on them might have wroughtSome kind of charm or spellTo make their futures work,But it’s hard to guessHow one person on anotherWorks an influence.We pass, and lit briefly by one…

If only I had followed my true intentIf only I had done the things that I meantIf only I had done the things that I couldAnd not simply done the things that I shouldIf only a day had lasted a yearAnd I had not lived in constant fearMr Ifonly sat down and he cried:I could…

It won’t make you sad.It won’t make you miserable.It will simply be a poem to give youWhen you wake tomorrow.It was not written by myself alone.I cannot lay claim to it.I found it in your body.In your smile I found it.Will you recognise it?You will find it under your pillow.When you open the cupboard it…

When I think of her laughter,Her jubilance that filled me,It’s a wonder I’m not gone mad.She is away and I cannot do what I want.Other faces pale when I get close.She is away and I cannot breathe her in.The space her leaving has createdI have attempted to fillWith bodies that numbed upon touching,Among them I…

Waking beside youI thought I was dreaming.Have you ever slept beside an ocean?Well yes,It is like this.The whole motion of landscapes, of oceansIs within her.She isThe innocence of any flesh sleeping,So vulnerableNo protection is needed.In such timesThe heart opens,Contains all there is,There being no more than her.In what country she isI cannot tell.But knowing –…

‘Nothing like this has happened before,We will have to chop off your head.’‘It’s only my finger stuck up my nose,It’s only my finger!’ I said.‘I see what it is,’ the doctor replied,‘But we’ll still have to chop off your head.’He went to the cabinet and took out an axe.I watched with considerable dread.‘But it’s only…