Monday, November 9, 2015

TO TAKE BACK TIME
(For Phllip Larkin 1922-1985)

In the trampled weight
surprised by the waves
along the ocean
sharing the double oars
of a dissonant hour motioning
from the transient siren songs
of a swinging chorus chants
like honorable Odysseus
seeking to return home
to Penelope
after his troubled time
thinking of you, Phillip Larkin
without any sense of venture
in your cold water flat
over the English Channel
did you ever imagine travel
or leaving for Greece
yet only counting ashen faces
of your own hell bent grief
walking into Jason's fleece
of a woolen blankets
on cold Fall nights
worrying about the rent,
yet your work out dream
in full body opening
of words that make our worlds
double their inheritance of love
without any reason of belief
even in our exiles, shipwrecks,
open heart operations,
chance living in Gulags,
on soccer fields, war zones
reciting canticles
by a hundred candles
we survive in long corridors
from sheets, hands over pianos
or behind troubled recital doors
holding onto your verse.



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