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For my daughter, Blaise Romany.

Reflections on the Beatles, written 1984.

For my father...

And what strange time is this; When all I loved has left, And all I didn’t Crowds and breaches My abyss. With nothing left but silence A..

‘The best, you left with me!’ That part I loved in you Is with me still, And dream-sleeps in my memory- Do what you will. Nor will..

Some ride high pacers Then buckle, then groom, I toil the mornings And weary by noon, Some lie on beaches While others sip wine, I work my magic..

What did you mean I’d ‘learn from it?’ I learnt so much That my spark was lit When all that you spoke Was holy writ In the ear..

You of the winter eye Hoar frost and crab tree Eyelids of ice, you lie Beside and beyond me. Cold are the storms of you That scatter your needi..

Remember this, my son; That when you left I had no hand in parting You from me, I had no wish to cause More misery, When you, in sleep’s w..

A girl, not young Is at my door beating, ‘What do you want of me,’ A voice comes, speaking. ‘Only of me and mine That you too..