Malcolm Evison Poems

They hang; a heavy weightlessness,
like long forgotten memories
seeking renewal. The man sits,
beside the window, looking
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Whirling, it made the day
seem shorter than
all other days had been.
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Night falls; the day disintegrates. All in a moment.

Have I been sleeping, or, is it a miracle? No-one can answer for me. I close the shutters of my mind, but always there is something. Always something there; no way of escape. Soon there will be another day, I know that – the mind cannot rest, but today, all I have done is forgotten. I can feel it, always the burden is there. Today, always there is a brooding yesterday, tomorrow will be another today.
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Observing the precarious
existence
of household plants
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A few slender lines
of spider silk

stretch
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God spoke –
I dare not listen.

I could not face
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Wrapped futilely
in the realm of beauty sleep –
dawn rarely dawns on me.
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That day you found
time’s precipice
and never faltered –
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I sway, as if to breathe
the passing breezes tail -

the water sighs
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Too late, even to sell
himself. The air is silent.

Distinct servility
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