with you there is no turning back, the past doesn't contain enough of you. the story that wasn't a story. no entry, as you would have it, no summer fruits to be plucked from southern trees but the north in your eyes that is all promise.
what other men do with other women
is for me neither orgy...
but is mere occasion or chance distance
out of which you might move and speak my name
as i speak yours, bargaining with sleep's
miscellaneous gods for as much
as i can have: an alien landscape
the dream where you are always to be found.
---Geoffrey Hill.
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this is impossibly beautiful:
but is mere occasion or chance distance
out of which you might move and speak my name
as i speak yours, bargaining with sleep's
sorry, i can't even make a joke now :-)
err..didn't come out in the original post...that was by G. Hill
Take care,
b.
p.s. I expect a joke soon!
:-0
ah, that's how you make your readers fall in love with your words :-P
(just teasing you, you write so beautifully yourself)
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