TWO POEMS

(1)

What shall I say?

Ah Ines!

Fear has confounded all.

The bright gloss of our love

Is foully soiled.

The wanton wallowing

In fond delights

And am'rous dallying

Has dusked the fairest splendour of our soul.

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Nothing now left but carcass, loathsome, foul . . .

London, August 1965

(ii)

I was given

a glimpse of heaven

and then

was most cruelly blinded.

I was granted

a sip of nectar

and then

was the cup dashed from my lips.

Bite back passion.

summer now ends.

Watch!

Little by little the night

turns round.

Echoes in the heart;

want to go in;

dare not.

A glow behind the screen;

wish to go through;

cannot.

London, September 1965