Julian Mann


Julian Mann Poems

1. How Is It 7/4/2012
2. A Handful Of Jewels 7/5/2012
3. Fool 7/5/2012
4. Make Promise 7/5/2012
5. Window 7/7/2012
6. Moment 7/10/2012
7. A Study Of Song No.11 On A Mirror Disc 7/11/2012
8. Crystal Joy 12/12/2012
9. One Little Night 4/18/2013
10. Woman Somewhere 4/21/2013
11. Your Plane, Whoever You Are 7/19/2013
12. Something In Everything 8/25/2013
13. Into Likeness 4/29/2013
14. In Nature There Is A Power 2/13/2014
15. How Complete The Fields Look 2/17/2014
16. I See A Loft Light Far Away 6/30/2012
17. The Book 7/1/2012
18. Burning Wheel 7/1/2012
19. Sun Field 7/1/2012
20. Girlfriend On The Rocks 7/2/2012
21. If She Comes Ever To Those Banks 8/10/2014
22. And Should I See Love Walking Nearby 8/11/2014
23. Now The Sun Goes To Its Rest 9/4/2014
24. Now The Hedges Are Bearing Gifts 9/4/2014
25. Now The Heady Bonfire Air 9/4/2014
26. Raining Hay 9/18/2014
27. How I Love Thy Fields Plain 9/22/2014
28. The Lass Of Alberry 9/22/2014
29. To The Milking Gone 10/2/2014
30. Historic Market Town 10/10/2014
31. Down Autumn's Lane 10/10/2014
32. My Roving Art 10/24/2014
33. The Village Where The Sun Goes Down 11/4/2014
34. Nature 2/21/2014
35. I Thought How Eager Is The Stream 2/23/2014
36. In This Study 2/25/2014
37. The Night Road 4/20/2014
38. The Pale Hand Of Summer Rain 7/31/2014
39. A Courtly Song To Heartache 8/7/2014
40. Plough On 12/11/2014
Best Poem of Julian Mann

River Feeling

River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.

Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river

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On Coombe Hill

On Coombe Hill in summer
Watching trees as the wind blows
Thinking on nothing other
Than this moment when Beauty shows

Herself to me so fair and bright
As she roams everywhere
Her dress is of sunlight
And the meadow hay is her hair

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