Richard Blanch Poems

To the lasting pleasure of a good cigar
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Irresistibility- A Reflection on the Tending and Watering of Plants


Until-ness is spilling from within in a poised,
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Rising through the coolness in a lazy dream
Of deepening dusk shines the comfort of burnt leaves-
Smoke is its soul, fire its body’s gleam.
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This day is dry; smells fuse
Into a memory of hotter lands. They wind up
And wake up the soul. Laziness
Takes on a rosemary keenness. This muse
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The principle of living lies in sweet soft edibility,
The almond-honey heartbreak of panforte’s firm nobility,
The shrill alluring coconut-ice of lips’ and tongues’ duplicity,
The relish of a sugared breast, the rising electricity
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There is a tent in the desert
For such as me, I think. There must be-
Free from city nonsense, free indeed from the less
That pretends to be more. Free of the west.
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Aching
Not severe pain
Just a dullness
Almost bland really; nothing to make
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Darkness is mine, she says, ironically shining
In undoubted beauty, trailing her stars
And puzzling the mind which thought
It needed sleep. Definition stirs
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It is slanting, slicing across experience
Like an sundown sunbeam, but less gentle,
This thing that has happened. Perspective
Cannot cope. It is a lesson, a book
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How it glistens, beckoning and bright
Plunging all that I thought
All that I pondered, into the night.
All that is left is its taut
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