John E Marks
John E Marks Poems
I remember fallingas a child
And being lifted by a fairy-wild
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O! daughter dear, on this mid-western afternoon,
When I can see all the way to Sacramento, I cry
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Suttee, Sanskrit sati ("good woman" or "chaste wife") , a Hindu custom of a wife immolating herself on the funeral pyre of her dead husband.
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Redemption comes at such a cost
Freezing winds off the Irish sea
Blow me away from hearth and home
At such a cost - loss pressing on loss -
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Light waves to Schrödinger's cat,
it does not matter
if a particular particle's partiality
parts from the classical concept
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Notre Dame's Gothic aspiration
Became a symbol of the French nation.
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John E Marks Biography
I am the father of 5 children, the grandfather of 3 children and friend to Charlie an 11 year old black labrador. My wife is Irish and I am English though my father was an orphan, so who knows. I worked for the Open University for 30 years teaching history, linguistics and literature. I enjoy reading poetry and novels, history and philosophy. I also like walking, swimming, travelling and watching cricket.)
The Best Poem Of John E Marks
The Language Of The Eyes
These bloody dead
That debt we owe,
Abide with me,
Don't let me go.
That mocking voice,
These clever folk
Display their wit
In the cutting joke.
This tree that grew
These shady nooks
This dappled sunlight
These gilded brooks.
For men may come to worse than dust
When love of self is breach of trust:
A moment's ornament means more to me
Than reams and reams of your philosophy.
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