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Of Ghosts, Jubilees, and Picnics
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THE ARTS
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3 / 1990 |
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William Bedford
William Bedford is a widely published poet currently residing
in Grimsby, England. |
Letter From Cumbria
"We boast our light; but if we look not wisely on the sun,
it smites us into darkness." --Milton
The sky has dropped. I guess you know.
White dust scatters on forest pine.
A brilliant sunlight scalds the snow.
Will there be loud arcades of time,
Flowers to erupt their wild grace,
Histories for us? You are mine.
I am yours. I know your face,
Your hands, our children's blue eyes…
You not here, I whisper into space.
And daffadillies, Coleridge sighs,
Growing quickly beside the lake,
Leaping from the mirroring skies -
daffadillies melt and shake,
vibrating in the molten air.
Where poets cherished all they make,
these makers witness out despair,
ghosts waiting for the sun to
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