Geoffrey Donald Page Poems

A (more-or-less-well-meaning) giant
is stumbling round the world.
To signify esprit de corps
he wears his flag unfurled.
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1.
I think I could turn awhile and write like the Americans,
they are so at ease in their syllables, irregular as eyelids,
various as the sea.
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Now, on the other side of sixty,
You're like an open field.
Soon the disabilities
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When all the other clerks have gone
he¹s flicking through his set of cards.
Every fleck of black is in them.
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In dreams they give you lines each night,
the Stalinists, the Taliban,
in trench coats or in holy white.
So, too, the mullahs of Iran.
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My mother's God
has written the best
of the protestant proverbs:
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Lost in a field of
friendly melons

tossed in a vat of
thickened cream
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That bikie with his
girl as pillion,
that kelpie in his
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Perversity is de rigueur,
that ‘feeling-good-by-feeling-ill',
the pleasure of self-laceration.
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This synod is convinced that the forces
of the Allies are being used of God to
vindicate the rights of the weak and to
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