Brian Taylor Poems

The great stone Hall is silent
that is now millennia old.
Through the western windows
shines a glorious sun.
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What is that sound?
Like the trailing of a fan
through a silent anteroom?
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It was different in the past.
Especially in the village.

Before you could read
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Shafting sunbeams. misty eddies,
towering, sculpted, shining chedis,
thundering traffic, six lane highways,
swampy, shabby, back-street by-ways,
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April was hot and dry.

The red earth responded
by blowing as dust in the wind.
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We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.
We believed every word that you said.
And when life spilled into darkness
in a night of theatre,
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The sun shines
on the path
silent and still.
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Ever since Ancient Times,
when Sibyls plied their trade
in fortune telling by setting up shop
in caves and fissures
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The Cafe is famous.
The Coffee is expensive.

I sit
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Via Viatores Quaerit. – St Augustine
(The Way seeks Travellers)

On Tuesday,
Sanctus Dominique,
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