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To the Flowers In My Garden( For Rizzy of Sami)

Oh beautiful flowers 
in my garden patch
downcast by 
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your 
petals fallen
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We  plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.

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Recollections

Lost in an orchid. You and I.
Drunken songbirds, we’ve sipped the waves
And drank of day, of dank, of dusk
Together. You and I.

Yesterday a mystery slapped me 
So hard I became a question mark.

Now
I stare in the face of memory, a prisoner,
Body, soul, and reason in the orchard
At La Pina beneath the sweltering pine.

Platero...

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The Candelabra: For Mummy Precious Richards On Her Birthday

I

Euphonious today is the tone 
And though tomorrow is shrouded , unknown,
I trust it holds a blissful opaline pod
And to this repose a prayer to our Lord and God.

                   II

Some court are songless and dark
Some have lost their Eden park
But I saw a songbird over your window sill
And you sat cushy on Croesus seal
Away, away from fears,away from tears.

                  III
Your place is among the stars
Where the twelve streams of Elysus 
Flow; God has made you 
 A salt to this nation,
The candelabra of the world!

Choice birthday greetings to you.

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Letters To Rizzy 1

I have walked long in the garden
And gathered jasmines for Juliet.
So easy. So easy.


I have gathered jasmines for Cressida
But she looked away, burst the door
In my face that my eyes to this day
Keep the sea on her name.


I have gathered jasmines for Matilda
She laughed, wined me on a promise
That at the last syllable of my lyre
Melt into swears of steel.


I have gathered. I have gathered. Wrecks.
Wreck. I am. Alone, an abstracted distance,
Memorial to contusion in winter's blunderbuss.

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The Palestinian In Action:( For Rizzy of Sami)

Here and there 
Everywhere
Like an exhalation

Here and there
Everywhere
Spasmodic Hiroshimas

Here and there
Everywhere
Ash in wings of foam,
Sandal-less dodders
Violently envious of
Fallen leaves

Transience naked 
Here and there
Everywhere-

Nowhere 
The eel

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Words From Erato

Of all the flowers
i met on the way
only your dainty bossom
showed me the court of day,

And that accounts 
for the harp today i blew
and of all smiles there are
only yours i found was true.

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The Wake

I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries 
From my heavy,swollen foot?

I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread 
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less 
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must  rove  naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.

How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.

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An African Epicedium

Nine rivers you swam
Bang, into the marathon
Now six rivers you row
Into the eternal riddle.
Thunder frog-jumps out of mouths
Rain splutters from pale sockets

...yestersay.
Now I adjust my backpack
In memory's frigate.
I try to smile
For I am not alone-nor ever will be-
You answer me in the tree-tops
And in the cowrie-dance:
I peep into tomorrow today
I crack the kernels
In the barns of years and years and years to come.

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Distances

The mourners would mourn
And mourn their death...

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Pictures of the War 11

Day 
is night's heirloom
after-day
a ransome of Macoutes

The sculptor 
is a grave who
paints Pol Pot
in red costume

Someday
history may well explain
this violent shortage of coffins.