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CAN YOU IMAGINE
Can you imagine how lovely
The very first violet must seem
As it creeps from the dark winter earth
With its prettiest dress tinged with green?
Can you imagine
The birds flocking round
To show one another
The sweet thing they found?
Can you imagine a youth walking by
And seeing the violet
And breathing a sigh
Then plucking the tiny, frail stem of the flower?
Can you imagine the magical power
Of the loveliest violet in its dress tinged with green,
As the youth gently laid it
On the breast of his queen? |
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IF YOU ARE A CHILD THESE ARE FOR YOU
32 Poems for children by Shanne Sands and Daniel Nanavati.
Paperback, full colour, 7" x 10", 60 pages. |
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THE PROMISE
The birds had scantly noticed
As I hanged above their nest,
Which they built of moss and leaf
For their young to take their rest.
I was no ugly duckling
When the squirrels laughed at me
And threw me paw to paw
Beneath my parent tree.
But I'll remember fondly,
All their laughter, all their jokes,
Though an acorn when they knew me,
I shall be great amongst the oaks! |
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At the dawn of the cosmos chemicals
Precipitated - and all that was to
Be me was there. Hydrogen radicals,
Solidifying gases and a few
Trace metals bringing on the dawn of the
Earth and the colours of the rainbow which
My two brown eyes were created to see
And the wind with her harmonious pitch
Which my two ears were created to hear.
At the dawn of everything living, part
Of me knew, and everything is so near
Me now because I was there, at the start.
At every dawn to come, there I will be;
Only, for this while, is the dawn in me.
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TO WOMAN
24 Sonnets about love of life,
nature and each other
with artwork by Jonathan Coudrille |
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There is an ambience in my lover’s
Room which even in this stillness feeds my
Imagination, seeds the bed covers
With anticipated motion and lies
The floor with nakedness, enticing sounds
Only our ears hear to reverberate
Around the walls, till energy abounds
And two bodies moist and insatiate
Taste the air, feed on eyelid closeness, cap
The rhythm of the turning earth and turn
In time around the sun like an hour wrapped
In living, which is able to affirm
That souls may kiss and minds like limbs entwine
And time decants like any other wine.
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