Timoshenko Aslanides

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Whether or not a priest or celebrant's involved,
the couple that truly weds still marries itself;
everyone else is there for fashion, the forms-of-words,
consumption of cake and far too much champagne.
...

In discerning you from a distance with such ease,
I identify myself; grey bark, peeling in patches
like the skin which sometimes flakes from around the neck
of even a hybrid like me. Your burn, though,
...

I'm quite a handsome fellow, actually,
Even if I do say so myself, but you know
Camping out one night,
...

Timoshenko Aslanides Biography

Timoshenko Aslanides an Australian poet. Biography Born in Sydney to John Paul Aslanides and Olive Emma Browne, Timoshenko Aslanides studied music at the University of Sydney and economics at The Australian National University. He began writing poetry after he moved to Canberra in 1972. His first book of poems, The Greek Connection, was awarded the British Commonwealth Poetry Prize for 1978 for the best first book of poetry in English published the previous year in all the countries of the British Commonwealth, excluding England; he was the first Australian to win this prize. Timoshenko Aslanides has worked as a full-time, professional poet since July 1985, when he resigned from the Australian Public Service.)

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Eternity (In Marriage)

Whether or not a priest or celebrant's involved,
the couple that truly weds still marries itself;
everyone else is there for fashion, the forms-of-words,
consumption of cake and far too much champagne.
So when he and she were married in The Pilbara,
they sat themselves in the best they had near water.
She threw a stone. 'Until it floats, I'm true to you.'
He showed her the wedding ring he'd made himself.
'I'll love you till Port Hedland tides no longer race
across the harbour flats to stranded ships;
till Mulga, Paper-Bark and River Red Gum lose
their Pallid Cuckoos, Doves and Diamond Finches;
until those winds that daily roar across The Bight
cease their search for windmills in Esperance.'
'Those things described', she said, 'conceivably could happen.'
He looked her in the eye and touched her cheek.
'I'll love you till it rains in Marble Bar', he said.
She smiled and kissed him, this time as his wife.

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