POEMS
The sun fades and the statues fade, birds twitter
And drop from trees on Canning's old stone head;
The people pass and gently look, not bitter,
Upon these honourable and murderous dead.
REFLECTIONS IN BED
That time of revolution being come
At which the Fortunate Islands should be joined .
..
Put down the book: consider, consider always
The time of year, the !!tate of health, the weather.
The month, June. Heart, rapid and irregular.
The day, fine: on Richmond river-bank
Talked to two girls. Later read Hardy:
Went to the cinema: prepared for death.
These are the affects of a revolution.
These are the sophistries of revolution.
The alert man lolls in bed waiting for bombs.
Cats and trains cry in the night. There are
More things in heaven and earth than we can hold.
The trams run away. The trains run away. Their thunder
Making a separate voice. And if in bed
Another body moves
Another hand and voice
Under the hand the velvet face of love,
A voice as warm and tender as a wound
Unripe for revolution or for death.
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