Richard Blanch

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Water comes with the dawn
Finding my dryness yearning
Welcome clouds gather
Blanketing the cruel sun.
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Olive groves- they were here then, underleaf
Silver flickering dark gloss in the breeze:
What’s beneath often surprises what’s above.
Lemon tress, three and a half thousand years
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Moon in a blithe night sky
Glows coolly at herself out of water
Shimmers in a rock pool in a grove.
Lunar stillness holds the leaves
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Distant friends laugh, dust blows, wine pours: they call me.
Such sounds fall from me like the blue of my cloak;

I am only what is present:
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Waiting by the stairs, in the hall
Where the panelling is white
With moonlight: one vertical figure, black, upright
As principle.
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Well it is, fine to see, elegant and peeled
To fineness, a shell, this beauty. A sea-swell
Rises, spasm, in my spirit. Nothing can shield
Against this shining. Well it is, fine to see -
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Ash is a quiet tree, light and leafy
It soothes and mildly shades, easing
With a grace, with a favour quickly won,
Tasting of clouds and a milky sun.
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She comes with care, entwining night
With shining smiles. Her siren thighs
Hold close our need; within her light
All hope is mirrored; from her eyes
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Between sleep and waking.
Between self…………….

Unrest comes sweetly in the dusk
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In the night comes a glow of a thousand sparks
Lighting joys which pass through the brooding mind
Of a hovering shade. There are boys, there are girls
Entwined in the dark where illicit smoke swirls,
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The Pleasures of Self-Consciousness
‘I could well forbear't.’
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12.

Gold comes in many forms: all of them hymned
Carolled and forced into lyric shapes
By wordshifters, poets, prosaic apes
Of god, straddling the language, thrusting, rimmed
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‘At home even the walls help….’ (Anna Karenina)


Boundless space entices
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She is more than a mist drifting across,
More than something to seek sideways, aslant,
In the corner of an eye. But why, then, does
She so easily vanish? Why does a glance
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Time finds a glowing yellowness, a gold we thought was endless spring.
Gliding seamlessly along habitual ways she seemed to linger
Even to climb, quietly, with no urgency, by our side,
With noiseless stillness. Indeed we scarce moved. Higher and higher
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Unfurling the mind’s filaments feels good-
Freeing them, letting grass-green and wind
Shred them over the fields,
The hills, the cows, the undulant woods,
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The sun was bright, the leaves aglow
When I was young, long, long ago

When life did not pass in a bang and a flash
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At last! This loveliness does it! How the air glows!
Something special mounts out of the shrubbery.
It flows over me, all round the garden. Ah me.
Who could have thought it? Even my toes
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Relationships are strange things: elastic,
Inexorable. Meshing graceful flesh
Or mingling minds-
Lovers or friends
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Or a Taste for Texting.
How modern technology and culture take the stress out of epic questions and the danger out of mutual ingestion.

The messages fly under a thumb, flexed
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The Best Poem Of Richard Blanch

A Quietness

Water comes with the dawn
Finding my dryness yearning
Welcome clouds gather
Blanketing the cruel sun.
Better than night, this soft gloom
Tempers edges, soothes pain.

Under its pall the word forlorn
Loses its fierce burning
Under its grey, the weather
Of the soul resolves in a dun
Nothingness, a quiet wide room,
A misty, dull and peaceful lane
To rest in till love comes again.

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