Monday, January 9, 2012

That you may hear me

...That you may hear me
My words narrow occasionally
Like gull-tracks in the sand

Or I let them become
Tuneful beads
Mixed with the sound

Of a drunk hawk’s bell
Flick me your wrists…..
Soft as grape skin – yes

Softer than grapeskin I make them
Which is a kind of treachery against the world

You who clamber
Over all the desolations of mine
Gentle as ivy....

Christopher Logue, Red Bird

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