Do you remember how the songthrush sang,
Those lovely liquid notes that spilled
Forth from his throat like a mountain stream
So fresh and clean and how they gushed
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Heaven is here and now —
drowsing in the sun
on a Sunday afternoon
in early June, a distant hum
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As far as I can see, the surface of the sea
Is all a-glitter where
Bright sunlight sparkles on each ripple
Making stars enough to fill
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Do not ever, ever, ever
ask an Englishman about the weather.
Believe you me, it’s a big mistake
that you should never ever make.
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Every day
Something new I learn.
Today it is
That fresh
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My mam and dad
made fun of death
like you do
when you don’t believe
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Do you remember when you used to smoke
those times, usually late at night
when the shops had all shut
and you suddenly found
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Lao Tsu,
so wise,
believed
all things
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The oldest person he’d ever tattooed, he said
Was a widowed old lady of eighty-six, no less,
Who ever since she was a girl had longed
To have her very own tattoo, but first
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Just me and the dog
On the rug in front of the fire
And the wind that blows
In gusts against the window pane
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