David Lewis Paget Poems

The first time that I noticed them
I passed them on the stair,
She wore an amulet love-charm then
He was much too old for her.
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It started when he had brought a box
He'd bought, back home from the fair,
The size of an average tinder box
In brass, and embossed with care,
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This world unravels, bit by bit
Each thread that binds
Is torn in rage,
And desolation stalks where wit
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Last night I heard a Chinese song
That conjured almond eyes,
It swelled and soared, and took the air
I sought to breathe, my friend,
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You stand with all your comrades in the van,
Unflinching, you survey the sweep of time,
Your eyes are sharp and stare, the man ahead
Does likewise, and your forehead wears a frown.
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I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.
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Houghton Hall had been derelict
Since the Roundheads came and went,
They said that it couldn't be restored
No matter how much you spent,
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It was always a hassle on Fridays
To sort my weekends out,
If Angela said, ‘Those are my days, '
Then it left me in no doubt.
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At Tintern Abbey I set my bait
To fish in the River Wye,
I'd only been an hour, I swear
When the girl came floating by,
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It was after the funeral service
In the church at Calder Rise,
Hoping to catch a final glimpse
Of you, where your coffin lies,
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