Tom Raworth: July 19, 1938 - February 8, 2017
Most of these words/lines for Tom are mine; some are Tom's; some I no longer remember whose .
They date between 1973 & 2017, a span of 44 years.
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a light
a light that flickers
promises fades
coldly tricking
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planets migrate
gravity
is my undoing
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gold the water
green my heart
I draw light from your window
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fine tuning spat out another engraving
waxing & waning in a torrent of whorls/
they too have souls
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taxonomy:
the albatross drawer
this is the drawer where
we keep the albatrosses
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I choose
Lines for Richard Long
with english mustard,
ready for off
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Today is chill
precocious spring /
storm Doris in the wings
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on the morning after your death
child of the poets,
Rhiannon wept
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Tom, for your eight-almost decades, with love and gratitude.
Wendy Mulford