james kennett Poems

Eastern wind

Contentions east though west is glad
Far out of shadows
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Eve

Eve was the first.
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Within wood call owl
He hoot and cry!
In night as cold as stone
As creatures live and die.
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Some months later I dream of you in a hayfield
The clouds cease and disperse; lazy young bulls
Seem to ravish my thoughts
And poppies lay about my toes,
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Elegy for Brim

Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?
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