Daily Archives: November 29, 2015

The Innocence Of Any Flesh Sleeping – Brian Patten 

Sleeping beside you I dreamt  I woke beside you;  Waking beside you  I thought I was dreaming.  Have you ever slept beside an ocean?  Well yes,  It is like this.  The whole motion of landscapes, of oceans  Is within her.  … Continue reading

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Minister For Exams – Brian Patten

When I was a child I sat an exam.  This test was so simple  There was no way i could fail.  Q1. Describe the taste of the Moon.  It tastes like Creation I wrote,  it has the flavour of starlight.  … Continue reading

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The Right Mask – Brian Patten

One night a poem came up to a poet  From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.  What kind of mask? asked the poet.  A rose mask, said the poem.  I’ve used it already, said the poet,  I’ve … Continue reading

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Party Piece – Brian Patten

He said:  ‘Let’s stay here  Now this place has emptied  And make gentle pornography with one another,  While the partygoers go out  And the dawn creeps in,  Like a stranger.  Let us not hesitate  Over what we know  Or over … Continue reading

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Sometimes It Happens – Brian Patten

And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then  You are not friends,  And friendship has passed.  And whole days are lost and among them  A fountain empties itself.  And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then  … Continue reading

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Geography Lesson – Brian Patten

Our teacher told us one day he would leave  And sail across a warm blue sea  To places he had only known from maps,  And all his life had longed to be.  The house he lived in was narrow and … Continue reading

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The Newcomer – Brian Patten

‘There’s something new in the river,’  The fish said as it swam.  ‘It’s got no scales, no fins and no gills,  And ignores the impassable dam.’  ‘There’s something new in the trees.’  I heard a bloated thrush sing.  ‘It’s got … Continue reading

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