decanting ourselves from the Samuel Beckett Room No. 2
to a room up above to see you...be you.
Why man, you doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus
and we petty people walk under your legs
and peep about we like a crowd of cows
staring at an open five-bar-gate on a frosty morning
heat rising from us perspiration stains under oxters
when an ordinary looking man ambles in
taking his time
looking like a kind uncle from a long ago summer holiday
and then you open your mouth
words dancing about in our heads delighting the senses
and all my female yoga class moan and groan
"Oh...I so want to...fk him!"
"Shhhhh..!" I shush 'em "Listen...listen!!!"
I cut back the dogwood to the bone
it throws its fecundity about this August garden
as your death is facebook'd thru
and I stop to think of you
in the Samuel Beckett Room No. 2 and its orgasming females.
I see you dig alongside me
dig down through years of time
a passing nod to your da peeling spuds with your ma
you laughing at me telling you of the yoga-ites
"Ah, sure, they only think they do!"
And in answer to a something or other I had said:
"Everything takes time...even time takes time!"
I grasp your hand in mine
that shy smile the sheer generosity of you
now you gone on your last journey
I nod to you you nod to me
and I cut back the dogwood a little more.
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I was only after becoming a bookseller and this was my first foray into the getting of books....some little press had the coup( Seamus was like God then )of publishing new poems in a little blue collection and the first poem was ALPHABETS. I fell in love with it and bought 20 signed copies. In the ensuing conversation I told him about the yoga class and he laughed at this sudden *** symbol he had to add to the icon status. I was full of admiration for the then new ALPAHBETS poem and he told me a poem's main ingredient was time...time for it to filter through....percolate...like rain through limestone. He was such...such a generous man and oh...that shy smile. Over the years i gave away the books one by one to friends and now have only one last copy which I gave to Jan on meeting her. Fond memories.