Michael Esdaile Walker Poems

"We don't believe in ought,
all is naught save living well"
Sage Nietzsche said, thumb in wind.
He could tell a hawk when he saw one.
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I am three fools an old man said
for loving and for saying so
In whinging poetry; my head
was full of you this morning
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There is a reason which dares not say her name
And a deep wound which will not mend
Only forgetting would sedate the pain
And forgetting would betray beginning and end.
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Homage to Robert Brasillach

Comme le temps passe
Robert Brasillach.
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A star is born

The short span is your light
Not out of mind,
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The first and last time drinking with you
Bottoms up!
Thinking, there's nothing rude under the sun today
Nor your thumping tidy body in my arms
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And one only knows they say, the value of the sun
By crawling over a sea of darkness, very like one
Broken on the wheel who sees then Divine light
Yes, yes my friend of friends, you know beyond the waste and blight
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Since your presents have filled my days
Evil is unveiled as second-hand
Resentment, I am reformed to praise;
Eventually a dove brought from strand
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You could stalk these streets
A thousand years again
And see no such face more..
therefore
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Reading
She brushed a rove of matted hair
With one hand from her eyes:
A bone and lovely idle feminist.
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