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Charlie Darwin

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I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. Thomas Hardy

 

The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who follows me
Following me.

Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around me.

Beneath
The sea
Beneath
This star-cluttered sky
We were together:
Only yesterday, we laughed:
Young, careless, free:
Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness
Like the dolphins in the sea

Love and only love
the remedy for me.

 

◄ These missionary times

A rainy night in Soho ►

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 20th Apr 2023 14:54

Utterly brilliant, I loved every word. Some of those phrases may appear in a JDR poem in about ten years😁.

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John Marks

Thu 20th Apr 2023 11:42

Thank you so much Holden & Russell, Stephen A and Stephen G. This poem means a lot to me: my brother, Pete, and my son, Kieran, have gone before me. Love does not stop with the death of the beloved.

"All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.” —Walt Whitman, Song of Myself.

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 19th Apr 2023 21:55

A profound, special poem, John, full of beautiful imagery! And the title succeeds in bringing together the multiple layers of meaning!🌷

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