Clarence Major Poems

A Montparnasse August
with view of the Cimetière. A yard of bones.

We wake to it. Close curtains to it.
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based on an old photograph bought in a
shop at Half Moon Bay, summer, 1999

No sound, the whole thing.
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1. INSIDE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A TREE

Beautiful women in smoky blue culottes
lying around on fluffy pink pillows
beneath windows onto charming views,
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Our ropes are the roots
of our life. We fish
low in the earth,
the river beneath runs through our veins,
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It wasn't working. Didn't look back. Needed something else. So
I went out. After lunch I saw it in a different light, like a thing
emerging from behind a fever bush, something reaching the
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