Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Tate Gaia - Poem by Richard George

That spider knows nothing
of the geometry, Euclid-
intricate, it gossamers.
Spectrum-dewdrops wink goodbye,

The tide breathes its mantra.
It has never heard it.

Pebbles sleep in bliss
to their sculpture by my thumb-whorl,
Henry Moore, before a hand existed.
On into neolithic evening
I comb the sea.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 30, 2005

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