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A.R.D. Fairburn

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I have found sanctuary
under the blossoms
where the bees make music
in a white spring.

I have found rest
where the sea
unravels her foam
over the black rocks.

But the bee is a glutton,
clamorous, bloated with honey,
a fool, an unwitting pandar
to the blossoms;
and the sea is a very restless woman,
a weeping strumpet, who in vain importunes
the race of men,
seeking a lover to her bed.

And all I have desired on earth,
all I have longed for really,
is the peace
and the forgetting
of the instant of love;
and the flat calm of death.


A.R.D. Fairburn

Last updated 23 June, 2002