Douglas Scotney Poems

At night in bed
my darling said,
'You're as sweet as ever you were.'

'Your mistress of disguise, '
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Mission de Chef

Out of strong desires
I want to make a sauce
The sum of whose desires
Is greater than desires.
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Un beau soir
je me promene,
et sens
trop beaucoup de foin.
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Sorrow must like
putting itself on show.
Yet you never see it all.

It doesn't have that winning drive
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The old, the sad, the learned,
The saint and the romantic
All attribute to their muse
The power of gratification,
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early morn
the poet rises.
Words at night
that had no rap
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He'd run away from haredom,
polished his defeat,
then got an invitation
from the hares of his old seat:
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I have sought to triumph over nothing,
have tri-ed,
have failed to -umph.
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During cold is when I'm potent,
the sap comes
back
to me.
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Pendant froid,
j'ai la puissance;
la seve retourne
en moi.
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