Bernard Kennedy Poems

As I age I plumb the past, held
together in memory, in recall.
Although how accurate that is I don't know- as
a mechanism, of fact, embroidered with
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Ascent of climb and taut limbs are required to slowly
scale this peak of literature.
Hans Castorp is your guide-a mouthpiece,
but the view, of hope and sickness,
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As if little birds with beaks,
poised for the worm,
we look, upwards,
for the words,
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Wrapped in a gentle shawl of love
and placed under the apple tree
with flowers to your side
and an angel to guard
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Perhaps, laterally,
it is hopefulness end,
the souls ambition,
the hearts desire-
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The Canary, yellow and small,
sang on the sill looking in,
through the window.
The Cat, looking up from the lawn,
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From Malin Head to Mizen Head
to Carnsore Point to the Irish sea:
gusting at knots.
Below the Island south to England,
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The East wind chill had given sign,
the bright lucid sky had illustrated
that a change in landscape might occur.
And early morning, just at five,
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The hawthorn, and the Rowan berries
are full on winter arms,
like summers vine, with color wine
to feed and cheer the cold gathering
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Simply to wait,
the shopping rush is done,
the parcels placed and Santa texted,
the tree lit up,
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