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Bron Dilys Teashop
Of Threadneedle Alleyway,
Swaddled in a pinafore
And cosseted in lace,
Soon charmed the borough boys
When she sang long for th..
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Five Children I
Once helped conceive,
I watched them grow
I watched them leave,
And each one left
A wound in me,
And some left two
And some lef..
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What long dread phantom
Of lost ways
Could trip your cause
To weep your want
When I have sought
Un-numbered days
For all that you
In con..
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Who can say when all this was begun,
The leaping shadows, darting at the dawn,
The silent moods, dispersing, one by one
And metal figures, strainin..
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Nights in white cottages
By the last of the flickered firelight,
Supping sweet pottages
To the wind-wail without,
With the water on the wet wall
..
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When I first saw your lady kneel
In self-content, before the glass
Some chord of long delight decreed
That I must see her maker’s face.
An..
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We have grown old
Time will not wait
For us, who caught
Its drift too late,
Who spent like fools
And lent like Kings
Purblind with vain imaginin..
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The Falklands
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All things burn slowly
Dim
And I
Like one whose sight
Is failing him,
Turn inward at the widening gyre
To moth-drawn brightness, and desire.
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Written during the Falklands War
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