who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
3 comments:
Thanks for your compliment. I can show you some more poems by him if you like.
I will email both of you a selection if you like...
Have a look at some of these...?
www.geocities.com/soho/8454/766.htm
www.geocities.com/soho/8454/76.htm
www.geocities.com/soho/8454/443.htm
www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15403
www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15406
www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6588&poem=30523
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