The Call of the Wild
They couldn't have made it up,
couldn't have known what bleak peace
they would know communally
while the cold water they pass
through passes through them and when
it moves they move the same way.
And they don't know they're born, do
they, as ordinary and wild
as the shallow inshore tides
that bring them briefly landward
and have no need of words or
music to describe themselves.
David Green
- David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I published booklets of my own poems. The original allocation of ISBN numbers is used up now, though. The 'Collected Poems' are now available as a pdf. The website is now what it has become, often more about music than books and not so often about poems. It will be about whatever suggests itself.
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Monday, 26 July 2010
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