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LOVE
STORY
(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
1:
First Encounter: Country
When
the sun’s in its meridian power
the
pimpernel shuts. At a similar hour
your
Hillman Imp bumps stop on a verge
of
littered grass, onto which we emerge
hiding
each from the other incitable eyes.
...
2:
Second Encounter: Town
Resign
your last stitch of repute
to
the still floor uncritical of your cute
curious
frailty somehow worn.
...
3:
Old Hands
The
shadows in the garden move to night.
Draw
to your curtains, let green light,
sea-green
lamplight, spoil the room.
...
4:
Conscience
Nicely,
heart’s bawd, your words caress:
‘This
that thou dost, call it gentilesse,
Compassioun,
felawship, and trist,’
...
5:
Promise
‘Promise,’
she said.—Although we’d said,
as
a law, we’d quit when the thing was dead.
Hadn’t
I given a gift-shop lark
of
spindle glass, which in the park
...
6: Love, Perhaps?
Love,
perhaps? Perhaps I loved.
I
used to like the way we roughed
it
in so many beds. Her talk
of
high-class whoring, the lack of sulk,
7: She
Oh
bloody hills, darker and vaster,
will
nothing go from my loose mind? Last
year
I
had this man in my car came riding
every
week to the lake, confiding
...
(For full text
see the Kindle ebook
The Nature of Things
(Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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