Paul Reed Poems

Shadows lengthen and slowly fall

Twilight settles on our skin
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Larkin's voice

Sonorous, patient, slow
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Your hands left this place wild

So that time could not effect a change
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'Enjoy, suffer, wait: spread the table here freely like us,
And, satisfied, placid, unfretting, watch Time away beamingly! '

From 'Night In The Old Home' by Thomas Hardy
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There we were

Striding with big strides
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Old cars rusted in a heap

Doors ajar and tilted-up bonnets,
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O, what comfort brings the night!

The darkening sky's frown
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Your open lands with sweeping air
Await me again with your melancholic embrace
And Sunday-sweet tiredness
In a silence broken only by invisible movements
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'And what have I to give my friends in the last resort?
An awkwardness, a shyness, and a scrap,
No thing that's truly me, a bootless waste,
A waste of myself and them, for my life is mine
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Now, the thin veil of life is lifted

And you are left in a peaceful grove
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