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 More poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. Also by Glyn Maxwell: Rumpelstiltskin (1992) From Atlantic Unbound: Interview: "Breath and Daylight" (June 14, 2001) A conversation with Glyn Maxwell. By John DeStefano |
Poem in Blank Rhyme
by Glyn Maxwell .....  Hear Glyn Maxwell read this poem (requires RealPlayer).This isn't very difficult to do. The sky's pink, the morning pretty new. Last night I met a mate from the old crew. We walked too far too late and turned a U Out of the woods as it got dark. He knew I'd spend the evening talking about you But didn't mind, and when we had to queue He made the time fly quickly with his two Hundred unfunny jokes, plus a big clue About his own big heart. Well, the sky's blue Now over there, I'm standing in the dew Remembering and hoping. But it's true: Days are very many. Days are few. I want to be with someone and you're who.
Copyright © 1991 by Glyn Maxwell. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; July 1991; Poem in Blank Rhyme; Volume 268, No. 1; page 64. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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