Don Pearson Poems

(For my mentors, in memory of Mr. S. N. Hancock)

They have known one another
for thirty years.
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(For UK Legislators)

And I shall build a treasure dome
On a great salty plain
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(For Lesley-Jane)

Do you remember a poem by Christina?
Your hair could still be from the other Rossetti.
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(For Mel and all at the Whistle Stop, Teignmouth)

“Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.”
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(For Sylvette, who can see through the leaves)

This year, I longed for August and its crops.
As Spring approached, I watched the other trees,
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(i)
As we lined up,
The others looked past me.
I was no threat,
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The ribbon and the
Silver medal
Could not obscure
The heavy gold chain round his neck.
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(For those in the cold darkness)

It was cold and
I had been out there
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(For Eleanor and Suzanna)

Chalkie was as black as night,
Ginger bright as sun,
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(For Liam O’Neill and in memory of my grandparents)

The poppy’s capsule oozes juice
That brings us sleep, helps ease our pain.
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