Robert Wylie Biography

If the memory I have of you
Were small enough to fill a thimble
I would fill a thimble,
And keep it in my sight.
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Small Scottish seaside towns,
Turning inwards to face the hills;
As if embarrassed by the unholy
Juxtaposition of church, and pub,
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It seemed that there were
As many cameras as faces
In the streets around Trafalgar Square.
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Don't let them kid you,
The slow, cardiganed men
On the bowling green.
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A dying sun will
Finally succumb
To a night's whittling blade,
And I, blunt-faced
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