Len Webster Poems

There must be some who have never heard of you,
though they be few and far between
or hidden in the shadow beneath Cofa's tree.
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Sitting on the edge of an onion field
Watching a series of sailing heads
Rising and falling out of unison, but vigilantly,
Is like watching the rhythm of a barmaid's movements
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'I love him who wants to
create beyond himself,
and thus perishes.'
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Behind glass screens, they lived and died,
Each watching the other's flame flicker,
Roar up, and singe the air,
Each wondering whose flame would be the first to go.
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Behind glass screens, they lived and died,
Each watching the other's flame flicker,
Roar up, and singe the air,
Each wondering whose flame would be the first to go.
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'I love him who wants to
create beyond himself,
and thus perishes.'
(Thus Spake Zarathustra)
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' Someone nice, ' says she,
trying noncommittally
to reply to the question,
' who skewered the kebabs? '
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This poem is about a man
Who always had a reason
For being unhappy.
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No land as dark as theirs
who worked beneath the ground,
digging coal to fire our bellies.
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For years the number of butterflies dwindled
But this month, coinciding with the greening of the garden,
They returned, unperturbed by our arrival,
Stirring thoughts of all those years ago
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