the green fig tree

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.

Michael Parr



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