Guy Northam Poems

In the ice hall
We cannot talk
For water drips
Around our ears;
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It is not something we can help;
We have met,
And, virtually
Together we are virtually apart;
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In the gloaming, I am the shaven
Man, misboarded and trammeled
At my Lord's High Table;
I am His, a renounceful creature,
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My pale blue fingers cannot grasp
The coolness of my soul
Or hold the gut feeling I have
For you. They cannot trace
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An unrepentant
Pagan symbol echoing
In our memory.
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Montparnasse, the bohemian quarter;
Its roofs like metal sheets;
The heavy rain falling.
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A kestrel, hovering, wing-beats
Above the earth -
Touch it! Touch it! The intangible -
When it falls, there is death
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Two days ago, I found you dead
On the roadside.
In my absence you have grown lean;
You have become shrunken, your feathers
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