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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