For John Donne, poet

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Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

John Donne, A Valediction Forbidding Mourning 

 

Such airy valedictions cannot span this bridge in time

What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is very definitely mine..

We both hear the quiet roar of our own new found land;

As time drifts to a stop and as we focus near and far.

No longer amazed at the hollow rancour of public life

We have no more time for the mere indulgences of strife.

We look too much upon these empty places, the sands

That have run out, sans mistress, husband, lover, wife:.

Faces that bloomed at noontide fade like a plangent song

Sung as we leave the stage with ne’er a whisper of regret

To walk into eternity, with all the grace we less deceived

Can muster. Leaves turn golden at this turning of the year.

Now those twin compass points of greed and fear draw near

Then fade into a shadow on a grave, a tear upon her face:

A merry nothing made of jewels and air and filligree grace.

 

 

 

 

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For Cathy, poet ►

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