Oliver .........

Hail, rain, sweet rain, sleet and
Winds eastward, southward and,
Northward! see, gale-blown fig
Tree-dance! stay chair-fast, mick
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The stuff that stinks
At each nose is dear
To one and all! Those
That revel in this begotten
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An absence yours, disturbingly
Entwines me; the crowned being
Of season, you're away, now beyond
The centre and shaft of the self!
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Just as right kisses
On the wrong lips or otherwise,
Sometimes a right word
I choose for wrong thought
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I grew out of childhood
Wiser and wiser, positioning
Myself with the surfeit of knowing
On myself, but then stalking
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Now the rubber-tree leaves are cadaverous, and strewn
Along dry river-banks and stony sinuous passages!
This is the time you stroll out, remembering past
Festivals when cicadas blare swan-songs from tree-boles
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The rain now falls; its diamonds break, and break!
The rain here sinks like thoughts that lapse in mind;
Enormous and blissful, it drives its frenzy to wake
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The grass, its green flame; the flame's soaring!
Uplands nourish the family of culms that clamber
On damp river-sides. The grass unwinds its striving
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Midnight! I hark to the whispers of trees that toss
Their branches like dancers in festal season!
O trees, they swing as the breath of darkness gushes
Across the thorpe! Beneath this blackish or brown
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Like a serpent
Your immaculate love
Entwines My heart!
Miles off - the sea,
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One by one they appear,
Then move off as air
To eternal darkness!
Yet one remains with the winter
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O Silent earth, swart and rugged,
Benevolent Mother to our mothers
And fathers, take back now your
Glorious son, the chief black
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To love gently I came on
Like sunlight in the hurly-burnly
Of winter! My arms were then
Warm, but trembling
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Despite being all thing
Well and good, something,
Something went wrong in the
Quarter of my duodenum as
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No god I resist
Since in my marrow - bones
Or blood, a spatter of essence
Which no science could ever
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It seems some one's behind
Them like transfigured fore-father,
Drawing darkness, when school-kids
Are back home and boon of sun
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My endeared heart
Vows in absence now,
Remembering pulse and flesh
And the heart eternal within,
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This pen filled I hold, my soul
Pointing to the blank page inside
This universe, twisted and lachrymal.
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Rain falls, uneasy through
The supple boughs of my brain-tree
When mum sleeps on
And Dad's among the farm- trees
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