Mark Parry Poems

The farmer ploughed the field early that year:
Long before the frosts of late autumn
Left diamonds of white sheen
On the valleys and hills of crisp soil.
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Your eyes are the magnets of your face.
They draw my gaze and hold it there.
Hair, nose, mouth disappear
Into the blurred background,
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My flowerpot is bursting with thoughts:
I sow each seed with care and daily tend the soil
And water so that as the sun shines warmly through the year
My thoughts begin their gentle growth
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Relatives stare into
The abyss of yesterday's news:
Parliamentary debate,
U.S. elections,
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If I cry a thousand tears
I would not bring you back;
And if my heart these past ten years
Had built a golden stack
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Why is it that whenever
I make an important point
Religious men stop their ears?
Leaving God displeased.
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Wrapped in darkness
And the chill filled night,
Three boys sing their seasonal song,
Reminding me of the last time
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