#1959 - when you're in a poem

 

1959

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13.v.25

when you’re in a poem

 

have noticed how

when you’re in a poem

clocks stop

the weather’s further off

 

it’s when you’re in a picture too

when the music plays

 

wasn’t always

this is my all-the-time not

 

ink of the world

these fingers are in

 

safe just here to wander

 

all these habits which are it

all hands an ache to do

 

like a blow-me-down breeze

like a hat flown

 

night cleft

how tucked up we are

 

as with the dream

its threat of day

 

how even the heart grows still

how we listen for those colours

how they fill the head