Mark Williams Poems

And once, amid the drear, dark wasteland of the night,
I met you on the Hill of Dreams; towards the hour
When long, mysterious shadows, and the folding flower
Call home the day, and bring the evening star to sight.
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'Come friendly bombs, and fall on Slough! '
Well said indeed, Sir John - but why stop there?
Didcot is equally as ripe to disavow
And lowly Swindon somewhat less than fair.
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And all that we love,
And all that we hate,
The things they destroy
And the things we create,
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US AND THEM


Us - and them...
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There is a magic in the midnight sky;
In tinted arctic dawns that gild the snow;
In golden, sunlit jungles of Khitai;
The glory of a Persian sunset's afterglow;
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The sailor's hand is guided by the star;
Fair islands rise in morning's early gleam;
A breeze stirs, and there flow, as in a dream,
Sweet fragrances of terebinth and cinnabar.
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The Hill of Dreams

Prologue
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FIREWORKS
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The river of life has been passing me by;
I'm standing in the water, but my feet are still dry.
And all that I own after thirty-eight years
Is a mind still untroubled by original ideas.
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Cloud-lonely did I walk one day,
To thread a path 'twixt vale and mere -
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