David Lewis Paget Poems

They squeak and rattle, and jerk and pull
And throw you across the floor,
The double-deckers, the number 5’s,
The 3’s and the 64,
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Scene from a Yamaha
Dry wind at dawning,
Scatter leaves steeplewards
Hayrick, reborn in,
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I can see the pit of darkness stretched
Before my hapless eyes
And another week should see me in its fold,
For my steps have long been faster
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‘All curses on this pen, ’
I see you think,
This dark intruder that demands
Its pint of ink;
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Another year ended
Over and done,
What have we left of it
Now that it’s gone
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We have grown old
Time will not wait
For us, who caught
Its drift too late,
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At one with me, this silence
Serves as death,
For no long sighs will ever
Catch at my breath.
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I've seen three starlings in the sun-set
And the cold wind blows all over,
Three starlings flown from the Russian Front
Til the cold wind blow blows over.
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Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,
Where do we go from here, my son,
I spent my essence, loving and lusting,
Chasing a paper god, my son.
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You think that you only
Weep in remembering,
Nothing I’ve told you
Would hint at regret,
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