Brian Patten Poems
|2.||There Is A Boat Down On The Quay||12/17/2013|
|4.||One Another’s Light||3/8/2012|
|5.||So Many Different Lengths Of Time||3/9/2015|
|8.||Nor The Sun Its Selling Power||1/3/2003|
|9.||Doubt Shall Not Make An End Of You||1/3/2003|
|10.||The Innocence Of Any Flesh Sleeping||1/3/2003|
|12.||The Right Mask||1/3/2003|
|13.||In Tintagel Graveyard||1/3/2003|
|14.||I Have Changed The Numbers On My Watch||1/3/2003|
|16.||Minister For Exams||1/3/2003|
|17.||You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen||1/3/2003|
|18.||The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose||1/3/2003|
|19.||Sometimes It Happens||1/3/2003|
|20.||Gust Becos I Cud Not Spel||8/16/2003|
|21.||When You Wake Tomorrow||1/3/2003|
|23.||And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be||1/3/2003|
And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.
You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip the skin from your nerves,
Cause havoc with a computered heart.
You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
You tried not to hurt and ...
The Right Mask
One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,