S.A. Blair Poems

Five Rigid sides,
Intransigent construction,
No room to give,
All fall down.
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There are books upon my bookcase
And though most of them are read,
One or two still have their spines
Intact. Not like me.
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I sit here master of all I survey,
In my old leather chair with my new telescope.
Gleaming in the sun it is a beacon of my life. On stilts.
From here on the third floor, I can read the names of the boats.
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If I stole a diamond, it would be from a suit
And if I stole a silver dollar, I’d probably pull it from the root

If I stole money, it would be the spider
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I rarely have had a morning so pleasant
As the day when I visited Mornington Crescent,
I remember a panic that I might be late
As we crawled along the central past Nottinghill Gate,
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Despair comes pulsing
At irregular intervals
Spoiling the calm
Like a knife into a new pot
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There's a murmur in the trees
You can hear it whispered low
that summer's on its knees
and all the flowers know
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It’s not so far away they say,
the ones who stay. Their handkerchieves,
surrender flags, that wave me off
or shoe me away?
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What am I playing at? will I never learn?
Am I deluded, mad or just selfish to the bone?
I’m playing Russian roulette with a machine-gun
A physicist dealing with factors unknown
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