Mill Field Poems

Who am I? What am I?
Where am I going?
Such thoughts through my mind
Keep to-ing and fro-ing.
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Hip, hip, hip, hoooop, hip, hip!
Feather-fun vitality,
Joy-bubble of antic preening,
Innocent clown of nose pull and hair tweak;
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Dark-fretted guardians her entourage,
Evening -
Languid in gown of palest mauve -
Slim, silver crescent at slender throat,
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In the random universe,
God is a celestial coat-hook
On which we hang -
Our doubts, our fears
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Recurring cycles of rural India repeat themselves
In the insistent rhythms of tribal dance
And the undulating cadences of tribal song;
In the fractured society of the West
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Fled past,
Fled fast,
Are Autumn leaves;
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Great Cyclop of the night,
Devouring those within your orbit's range,
Beware -
Odysseus to the east prepares
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Banking, wheeling,
Tree-top screaming,
Green and blue tails
Long astreaming;
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