John Copse Poems

You have all the youth ahead of you
Like a stream that knows the afternoon,
And temptation's not far off the gleam;
Not far up the bank, in dreams.
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All the night
I've had nothing to eat
since my grave.
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I threaded a love
from the remoteness
of a country coach
back seat
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Asleep on a bed of rushes
In an obscure church corner
Is a man called idle
Who thinks of saints and solitude.
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In the ditch of dreams,
silent coach
wind.
They're all out today,
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