David Lewis Paget Poems

I’ve no use
For your snow or your grass,
Your horse or your hash
Or your stone type trash;
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Too often in this gaping land
I’ve wandered helpless, like some man
Whose art was squandered in the drought,
Bereft within, burnt dry without
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'Get rid of those old shoes, ' she said,
'Their time has come and gone.'
I looked down at my battered soles
And smiled, as she went on;
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He called for me from his hospital bed,
He needed a priest, and soon,
The old man lay in his disarray
In the cool of the afternoon,
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The past is full of shades and shapes
Of people, come and gone,
'Whatever happened to so and so, '
We say, when the mood is on;
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Every time
I hold this pen
I feel some moving spirit stir,
Like mist in distant valleys, pouring
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'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
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The cottage was old, it needed some work
The walls were of crumbling stone,
The windows, like eyes in a tumbledown Kirk
Were staring, like sockets of bone;
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Woman, oh Woman,
Why do you try me,
Why do you shake me,
Break me
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I heard my friend died yesterday,
It knocked me off my feet,
I'd passed the time of day with him
Last Wednesday, on the street,
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