Terry Collett Poems

Was he some lost Pierre
that dead French soldier
lying there? Others too you
...

We went and saw the General Patton film.
I say saw but actually it was just snatches
of it: you were all over me like an octopus.
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As you turned
I saw how the sun
lit up your hair
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Beato l'uomo
che non cammina
nel consiglio
degli empi,
...

I watch the black bats fly
in and out of the cloisters
on my way to the church
for Compline,
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You loved Paris,
its bars and restaurants,
the shows, the art,
the music, but you hated
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It was outside Bruge
in that first base camp
and Dalya said about the tents
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The 5 am dark
and the tall thin monk
tolled the cloister bell
for Matins,
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You watched me twirl a gun
around my finger
as I'd seen cowboys do
in the films
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The school field was dry
and the summer sun
shone down
at midday recess.
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