Three Poems
John Morgan, UK
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Hiraeth
Mario,
Going through some old folders of ideas and activities to prepare for a workshop for literacy tutors, I came across three poems that John Morgan sent to us when we were in Korea in the mid-eighties. I reproduce them here and honor John in my thoughts.
Lou
We are a landscape,
You and I, where silence grows,
we are the gifts of night:
the willow and the dark rose,
the still pool and the owl’s flight.
We are the landscape
pf the hard-won night.
Still the mind, these four remain:
a river, a tree,
a song, a sword above us.
On the river floats a leaf,
on the leaf a world:
this at least is ours.
by moon and willow
we of the city
come to touch and part
seeing tree as tree
moonlight as moonlight
we of the city
come to lose our love
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