Like it was designed to do...
But the curving paths of flattened grass,
Show where the people really pass.
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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- Christchurch, NZ, 22 February 2011
- Best Laid Plans
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- Looking Down From Mount Olympus
- From "A Month Of Sundays"
- The Trouble With Most Modern Verse
- Senile Smile
- Sayonara, Mr. Mubarak
- Dream Sequence, 2011
- Family Unbound
- S.E.T.I. (The Truth Is Out There)
- "Won't Get Fooled Again", The Who, 1971
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