Ann McGough

Those brown eyes, so finely framed
With brow and lash of deepest black
Have stopped me quick and brought me back
To where I had late so clearly aimed.
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I knew in my heart I had lost you.
Scarcely a word was left to say.
Through the leaden silence I also knew
The distress you felt on slipping away.
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Round my chamber window circles a honeysuckle vine.
Petals and twiglets of intricate design.
Scent of some nectar mixed very fine.
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Long years of loving you, dear one,
Have focused misted visions of light,
Elusive loveliness and spun
Them close and clear within my sight.
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Wisteria woke me this morning,
And there was all June in the garden;
I felt them, early, warning
Lest I miss any part of the day.
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We who would be poets write for love.
Just as every other living being
Sifts through vast and complex fragments of
Infinity, so near, yet vaguely fleeing,
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