Collected Love Poems. Brian Patten
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Название: Collected Love Poems

Автор: Brian Patten

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Поэзия

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isbn: 9780007343515

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СКАЧАТЬ Whose Body Has Opened

       Her Coldness Explained

       Road Song

       The Word

       Tristan, Waking in His Wood, Panics

       Survivor

       Sleepy

       Don’t Ask

       Over All We Are a Shadow Falls

       The Shadow-Puppet’s Lament

       They’ve Heard about You

       April Morning Walk

       Fingers Have Bruised Your Skin the Way a Fallen Peach is Bruised

       Poem Written in the Street on a Rainy Evening

       That Dress, This Shirt

       These Boys Have Never Really Grown into Men

       A Few Sentences about Beauty

       Her Ghost

       Love Poem in February

       INDEX OF FIRST LINES

       About the Author

       Other Books By

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Not Only

      Not only the leaf shivering with delight

      No,

      Not only the grass shrugging off the weight of frost

      No,

      Not only the taste of your skin

      No,

      Not only steam rising from the morning river

      No,

      Not only the heart on fire

      No,

      Not only the sound of the sunflower roaring

      No,

      Not only love’s resurrection

      No,

      Not only the cathedral window deep in the raindrop

      No,

      Not only the sky as blue and smooth as an egg

      No,

      Not only the fairytale of forever

      No,

      Not only the wings of the crane fly consumed by fire

      No,

      Not only these things

      No,

      But without you none of these things

       Into My Mirror Has Walked

      Into my mirror has walked

      A woman who will not talk

      Of love or of its subsidiaries,

      But who stands there,

      Pleased by her own silence.

      The weather has worn into her

      All seasons known to me.

      In one breast she holds

      Evidence of forests,

      In the other, of seas.

      I will ask her nothing yet

      Would ask so much

      If she gave a sign—

      Her shape is common enough,

      Enough shape to love.

      But what keeps me here

      Is what glows beyond her.

      I think at times

      A boy’s body

      Would be as easy

      To read light into,

      I think sometimes

      My own might do.

       These Songs Were Begun One Winter

      These songs were begun one winter

      When on a window thick with frost

      Her finger drew

      A map of all possible directions,

      When her body was one possibility among

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