Treasure Island

Peter Russell

(1921-2003 / Bristol)

Night The Fifth


A pig that wallows in the mud
Plotinus says can be washed clean.
Dung-spattered bull tormented by the flies
Be milk-white, silken-soft like Jove
Tempting Europa on the beach.
Each morning when I take my bath
My body's beautiful and white -
But oh I have no appetite!
Wild strawberries or a peach
For me have nothing to teach.
I smoulder like a dying fire,
My native land the hearth.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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MANUELA'S POEMS

Every night for nine nights Manuela appeared to me in a dream, and each night she spoke a poem to me. I had never seen her before and I have no idea who she was. - P.R.

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