David Lewis Paget Poems

I thought to write of love;
And did, until the critics tracked me down,
To warn me of the blackout in the town...
No lights above.
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I see with eyes
Not of my conception.
I steal sighs and weave why’s
Wrought from some disaffection with your
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A girl, not young
Is at my door beating,
‘What do you want of me, ’
A voice comes, speaking.
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Bron Dilys Teashop
Of Threadneedle Alleyway,
Swaddled in a pinafore
And cosseted in lace,
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I have a dog called Harry,
He’s a Maltese-Poodle cross,
I don’t know how I got him -
(He saw me coming! – Of course!)
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The earth’s beginning to creak and groan
Like a rusty hinge in a country home
Or an ancient voice on the telephone,
That screeches – ‘Somebody, help! ’
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‘I don’t love you anymore! ’
Then she turned to face the door,
As the well-spring of emotion burst at last;
For the truth will not be hidden
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‘The best, you left with me! ’
That part I loved in you
Is with me still,
And dream-sleeps in my memory –
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He’s laid his head on a Chinese street
There’s nothing of dignity here,
He’s bared his soul in a plastic bowl
For the rest of the world to jeer,
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‘He slept through the Paleozoic Age,
He yawned through Neanderthal Man,
When dinosaurs walked, he was fixing a hole
In the floor of the Sea of Japan,
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