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High Windows
GW (June 11 1962/ / London Ontario Canada)

High Windows

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

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Comments (13)

Amazing Work! I loved it.
Another amazing piece of poetry! Very methodical piece that is so clear and easy to see because of your imagery and your choice of word placement... It is always nice to see, or hear of a relationship like that...I also feel so blessed to have one like that as well. Thank you so much for sharing.......U R a great poet. (((ten out of 10.))) =shelley=
There is such a tenderness in this poem. It makes me long for that kind of relationship!
Wow...Those are long hours spent on the road Geoff...Very touching poem. I know the feeling of coming home to a sleeping house...and then there's P.H! ! Hugs, Dee
Very gothic, nice one
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