Clive Sansom Poems

I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
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The train goes running along the line,
Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.
I wish it were mine, I wish it were mine,
Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.
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One mouse, two mice
Three mice, four,
Stealing through their tunnel,
Creeping through the door.
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It was like music:
Hovering and floating there
With the sound of lutes and timbrels
In the night air.
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And did you know
That every flake of snow
That forms so high
In the grey winter sky
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What is it now? More trouble?
Another Jew? I might have known it
.These Jews, they buzz around the tail of trouble
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Tiniest of turtles!
Your shining back
Is a shell of orange
With spots of black.
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Three kings came a-riding
Through tempest and through cold;
Their coats were of the silken thread,
Their crowns were beaten gold.
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