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Memories of Eighty-Five

I. ‘A macramé plant hangs close to her bed

A macramé plant hangs close to her bed
on the eiderdown she lays stretched out,
at times as in deep thought or prayer
when the swimming pool draws you through the window
with dull blue water covering it,
inside lays burned brown a sun goddess
and her eyes swallow me alive
when she understands, knows me for whom I am,
loving me with passion from the start,
loving me through light and darkness.

II. The summer sun hangs white and hot over the sea

The summer sun hangs white and hot over the sea,
the sand is white and soft where the sea washes out
her smile and conversations carries me off
when I am caught in her beauty

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Segments Of A Circle

The stained-glass sky flounces and shatters
As the wonder of the night scintillates
Upon the sleeping skin of a promenade
In the circlet roads of a silent ballet

Light perched foots steps trample upon
The maladroit blotches of the porch lights
And beneath the maw of the waxing moon
Was the silhouette of a gaudy woman

She would always be the same woman
In her sapid vagueness, no peculiarities
No sobriquets, no facades, no niceties;
A plummeting ballet herself

She is always in the equipoise of my eyelids
At the beginning and end of rainy days
Quaffing the gray sketches of the atmosphere
Riding the blue winds of tranquilized euphoria

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poem by Norman Santos
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Excerpt –

'This famous wicked little tale
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook...'

'...Now just imagine how you'd feel
If you had cooked a lovely meal,
Delicious porridge, steaming hot,
Fresh coffee in the coffee pot,
With maybe toast and marmalade,
The table beautifully laid,
One place for you and one for dad,
Another for your little lad.
Then dad cries, 'Golly–gosh! Gee whizz!
'Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is!
'Let's take a walk along the street
'Until it's cool enough to eat.'
He adds, 'An early morning stroll

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poem by Roald Dahl
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An answer to Various Bards

Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,
Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,
With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp,
How his fire is always smoky, and his boots are always damp;
And they paint it so terrific it would fill one's soul with gloom --
But you know they're fond of writing about "corpses" and "the tomb".
So, before they curse the bushland, they should let their fancy range,
And take something for their livers, and be cheerful for a change.
Now, for instance, Mr Lawson -- well, of course, we almost cried
At the sorrowful description how his "little 'Arvie" died,
And we lachrymosed in silence when "His Father's mate" was slain;
Then he went and killed the father, and we had to weep again.
Ben Duggan and Jack Denver, too, he caused them to expire,
After which he cooked the gander of Jack Dunn, of Nevertire;
And, no doubt, the bush is wretched if you judge it by the groan
Of the sad and soulful poet with a graveyard of his own.

And he spoke in terms prophetic of a revolution's heat,
When the world should hear the clamour of those people in the street;
But the shearer chaps who start it -- why, he rounds on them the blame,

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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Voyage

À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.
Ah! How great the world is in the light of the lamps!
In the eyes of memory, how small and slight!
One morning we set out, minds filled with fire,
travel, following the rhythm of the seas,
hearts swollen with resentment, and bitter desire,
soothing, in the finite waves, our infinities:
Some happy to leave a land of infamies,
some the horrors of childhood, others whose doom,
is to drown in a woman’s eyes, their astrologies
the tyrannous Circe’s dangerous perfumes.
In order not to become wild beasts, they stun
themselves, with space and light, and skies of fire:
The ice that stings them, and the scorching sun,
slowly erase the marks of their desire.
But the true voyagers are those who leave
only to move: hearts like balloons, as light,

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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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A louse cannot lift the eiderdown.

Chinese proverbs
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Whenever She Comes Around

He turns his light out
He turns his eiderdown
She's in his bath robe
He's in her dressing gown
And he feels down
Whenever she comes around
Like the big movies
Like a big coloured clown (?)
He's looking dead good
She looks him up and frowns
And he feels down
Whenever she comes around
Oh he feels down
Whenever she comes around

song performed by Travis
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Kill The Sun

i am down at the water
my bare feet are numb
and for aeons now nothing seems real
now it's hard to hold sight
through your soft eiderdown
but i still got my hands on the wheel
you have set my mind
between worlds spinning round
i'm a stranger in my universe
but i see my sun
and i know that it will
be forever shining on earth
you can rain down on me
but you can't darken the sun
you can cast a spell on the moon
but you can't kill the sun

song performed by Xandria
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After The Storm

(carly simon)
Heats up, teas brewed
Clothes strewn around the room
Looks like a wind swept through
Made a wild man out of you
And doesnt anger turn you on
And expectation of a calm
After the storm
And your body feels so warm
After the storm
The winds pulling the moon down
Under the eiderdown
Youre taking me to town
And youre tossing me around
You come on like a hurricane
Im settling like youre weathervane
After the storm
And your body feels so warm
After the storm

song performed by Carly Simon
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Mary Skeffington

(rafferty)
Mary skeffington, close your eyes
And make believe that you are just a girl again
Go to sleep tonight, dream of days
When you had something there to light the way
Remember a holiday in a north of england town
You slept in a room upstairs on a bed of eiderdown
Mary skeffington, when you wake
You mustnt be afraid to face another day
Think of what you had, youll get by
Youve always been a lady, hold your head up high
Look back on your home where you spent the best years of your life
Remember the man who asked you if you would be his wife

song performed by Olivia Newton-John
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