alfie bought me a beautiful old poetry book, the green fig tree, from 1965, poems by michael parr
love walks with time
Love walks with time as children do
crossing the margins of our day
unmindful of his wayward path
or that tourbillions whirl at last
whose prophecies can let him die
He took my art from country lanes
and set the snakes’s eyes in my lines,
teaching the wheeling hawk to sing
that down the dizzy air of song
hurled at my heart his losing lance.
And time whose atoms make him real
borrows a glory from his rule.