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This was the second poem I wrote at Uni. It's the only one I ever thought was any good. Looking at it now, in retrospect, it is full of clichés and unbelievable amounts of guff. It's still the only one I think is any good!
LEARNING THE GONE SONG
How long has it been since you sat and listened To the song of the sound of the wind at night ? How long has it been since you were a witness To the soft caress of the chill moonlight ? How long has it been since you heard real birdsong, Since you tasted the water that tasted like wine ? How long has it been since you said that you love me, Since you said that you want me, since you said you'd be mine ?
And how can it be that you were not a witness, That you have never listened, that there is no more wine ? And how can it be that you never have loved me, That you never did want me, that you never were mine ? Yet I hardly knew it, this song that was beating, These questions unanswered, my life so undone, Yet I hardly knew it, to join up the pieces, To open my cold heart, that you were the one. But you're gone.
JI 1991
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