Anne Barbara Ridler Poems

Since we through war awhile must part
Sweetheart, and learn to lose
Daily use
Of all that satisfied our heart:
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Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in winter,
Whose gentle ways like streams in the easy summer,
Lying together
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We thought they were gulls at first,
while they were distant-
The two cranes flying out of a natural morning,
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Now that you lie
In London afar,
And may sleep longer
Though lonelier,
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Out from his bed the breaking seas
By waking eyes unseen
Now fall, aquatic creatures whirl
And he whirls through the ambient green.
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Woman s Voice
Perhaps you find the angel most improbable?
It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajar
For once to admit the entrance of a stranger.
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Nothing is lost.
We are too sad to know that, or too blind;
Only in visited moments do we understand:
It is not that the dead return ---
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Under cool trees the City tombs
extend, and nearer lie
stones above Blake's and Bunyan's bones
to Vivian's working days than I.
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Now is the pause between asleep and awake:
Two seasons take
A colour and quality each from each as yet.
The new stage-set
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Lying in bed this morning, just a year

Since our first days, I was trying to assess --

Against my natural caution -- by desire

And how the fact outdid it, my happiness:
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