Linda Hepner Poems

I am your muse ah yes ah such a man,
I sigh because, my love, you know I can...
For if I die with musehood to my name,
I shall be pleased but that is not the same
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A basket of fruit I wish to paint:
Pineapple, orange, grapes,
This is the palette I must acquaint
You with; escapes
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Between the lines that lengthen through the day
Oh love, the ghost has dipped her pen in lemon juice
And written messages like magic play,
Silent, invisible muse.
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When the world went up in flames it burned my books,
Newton, Mendlessohn and Diderot,
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“It is what it is”, that’s now the darling phrase
Of chattering classes, or perhaps not so
Chattering, as the dying words
Convey a loss for words.
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Your mind has gone a-journeying,
Your heart follows.
I stood here with my arms upraised,
V for Victory,
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I like it when the day dawns, not when daylight looms ahead
And I am subjugated to the twisting of the hours
Each tearing at the space beneath my heart
Which sinks at every bell at every nod
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Noah saw it coming.
Repent he cried, repent!
But it was just like humming
And did not make a dent
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The candle flickers on the restaurant table,
Shadows lie across the menu listing
Spicy rice and chutneys we are able
To taste in silence, both our eyes resisting
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My fountain,
Taken.
Streams in the parched land,
Taken.
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