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I saw the cloud in the morning sky
So I turned to go back inside,
And I said to my wife, ‘It’s a shepherd’s dawn,
Or the red sky ..
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Scene from a Yamaha
Dry wind at dawning,
Scatter leaves steeplewards
Hayrick, reborn in,
Sleepy-eyed quarry stone
Quail stride between,
Such hav..
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Why is it always a summer's day
Or the shades of spring in the old years hay
And never a winter's night, I say.
Why is a man a drunken fool
T..
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for my brother...
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‘Will someone buy this year of mine?
A year, knocked down to first bid…’
I watched the old man through the wine
To know well wha..
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…and when you were wet with
The tears of abortion, with
Rational arguments twisting your brain,
You sobbed ‘til the tears fled
In ble..
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…and when you were a seesaw
In the grip of an old dilemma
While unloved ones ranted and stormed the Bastille,
You wrapped your head in feath..
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…and when you were a lover
With your star-spangled bright eyes
In the heart-breaking knowledge
That he’d do you no wrong,
You thought..
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…and when you were a young girl
with dreams in the night skies and
passionate strangers were following your sighs,
you just wished for a viv..
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It's four o'clock in the morning,
No sleep for me this night,
I sit on the cold verandah,
And watch for a chink of light;
The wind howls round abo..
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