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Michael Harlow


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Herr Groddeck in a letter to his lady

There are hoops of flowers
arriving in the post
There are letters witty with invitations
to address the play of children
And a lean cat at vespers, patient
as a nightsong, who rubs
against my door
What does it matter if I stay awake
all night
If the chairs in my house
are broken
If suddenly I see Judas at the window
embracing a length of rope
What does it matter if ‘I do not have
a title but there are people
who love me’?  


From Vlaminck’s Tie (Auckland/Oxford UP, 1985)
Michael Harlow
 


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Last updated 24 March, 2005