Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Junk poem

Sentiment that takes the form of photos.
Figurines and books and other oddities.
Old Homer's secret yearning for the lotos,
The Persian cravings of Herodotos.
A white-fused pleasure, burning like a star
In which all colours of the spectrum are.

Morning tai-chi in a stone-paved yard,
And every empty window is unprinted;
Foxed first-editions, speckled like a pard,
Bookshop- and mildew- and old-pleasure-scented.
A white-fused pleasure, burning like a star
Comprising codices and junk and objets-d'arts.

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