John Fuller

(1 January 1937 / Kent, England)

John Fuller Poems

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1. A Dialogue Between Caliban And Ariel 5/17/2011
2. All The Members Of My Tribe Are Liars 5/17/2011
3. An Exchange Between The Fingers And The Toes 5/17/2011
4. Canicule Macaronique 5/17/2011
5. Edwardian Christmas 5/17/2011
6. God Bless America 5/17/2011
7. Synopsis For A German Novella 5/17/2011
8. The Shires 5/17/2011
9. The Pit 5/17/2011
10. Well Said, Davy 5/17/2011
11. To James Fenton 5/17/2011
12. Song 5/17/2011
13. Creatures 1/3/2003
14. Wasp Nest 1/3/2003
15. Concerto For Double Bass 1/3/2003
16. Valentine 1/3/2003

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The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see you eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a fte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over ...

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Canicule Macaronique

Heureux ceux qui ont la clim—Corse-Matin (6.8.94)

Heureux ceux qui ont la clim
Pendant la grande canicule.
Heureux those whose culs are cool.
Heureuse her and heureux him.

C’est la canicule qui hurle,
Ready to tear you limb from limb.

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