Geoffrey Hill

(18 June 1932 / Worcestershire)

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In Piam Memoriam


Created purely from glass the saint stands,
Exposing his gifted quite empty hands
Like a conjurer about to begin,
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  • Alistair Graham (1/29/2014 3:07:00 AM)

    Her Confidence


    The wind persuades a great cloud
    to dance before the full moon
    then a light tap
    to move it along

    Little child-clouds dance now
    as if to please the moon –
    their mother; she’s beautiful
    relaxed and content

    At ease in her night sky
    no need to rage the daylong
    detached from the daylight
    waiting to perform

    Her evening gown, fitted
    she begins her waltz to the stage
    harpers sounding the depth
    of each step and breath

    Her untainted sophistication
    man can never know
    though they say they do
    the fools, they will inscribe it

    The wind will insist
    the clouds cover their lies. (Report) Reply

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