Even human tissue's made of atoms,
bits of energy in cyclic motion:
our skin and cells and vital organs
are a lattice-work of small vibrations,
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Gather round: I've a tale to tell.
If you've ears to hear, then listen well.
In the frosty lanes of alley cats;
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More and more, lately, when absence thickened the air
at the schoolgates, in the street, first thing on waking,
she'd think of her former calling, the way it had defined her.
In the dim, sugar-paper blur of the light,
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aleontologists treasure the rare geological circumstances that permit an occasional preservation of soft parts. - Stephen Jay Gould
Perhaps there is some transcendental place,
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I. The Art of Illumination
At times it is a good life, with the evening sun
gilding the abbey tower, the brook's cold waters
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That was the house where you asked me to remain
on the eve of my planned departure. Do you remember?
The house remembers it - the deal table
with the late September sun stretched on its back.
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We left before I had time
to comfort you, to tell you that we nearly touched
hands in that vacuous half-dark. I wanted
to stem the burning waters running over me like tiny
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We don't fall in love: it rises through us
the way that certain music does -
whether a symphony or ballad -
and it is sepia-coloured,
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This is the poem in which I have not left you.
The doors of the Green Dragon are not bolted
behind our backs; the pink-faced landlady
(may she be blessed) has not abandoned us
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We left before I had time
to comfort you, to tell you that we nerly touched
hands in that vacuous half-dark. I wanted
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