William Fry Poems

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Paul's smart in blazer, tie.
We wait by the wych elm
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I see captain your ruined ships,
Ghostly off Crete, off Mullaghmore,
Where your crew sinks through
Pools of fire, the dark waters,
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1. Butterfly

At Marsden you resemble
Before flight the butterfly
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Remember a green isle and our sunken boat?
Ask and I shall brave it all, sea and river,

To seek shelter this winter and float
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I shall die waiting in this harbour town,
Tangled my love in the spider's thread;
Like the fishermen's net, cast out at dawn.
Like lines upon maps, where the black ships go,
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Wait sadness. I know tonight you must come,
But wait. Let me hide like the sleepy owl,
Until day's end, silent in the warm barn,
In the summer tree. O falling leaf at dusk,
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1.

This is our awakening.
We who slept spellbound
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Do you remember our first garden?
How tall we let the grass grow;
How the wild roe would roam, quiet,
To the apple tree, to the acre of swamp,
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Time should be a circle without end,
Not the dead straight, too final line.
No, we shan't meet again my friend.
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Upon Trow Point I know the lovers have fled;
Their pulsing rock is gone below the sea.

I saw you waiting, black and white, ghostly,
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