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The Sunlight On The Garden
(12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963 / Belfast)

The Sunlight On The Garden

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

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Comments (9)

Todd Saukko, Published poet. I like this poem, it's similar to the style I write, very clear and crisp.
Okay, that's cool but where is Knack 2?
superbly-crafted art.
Word by word, phrase by phrase, emotion by emotion, the master poet takes us deeper into his world. Extraordinary use of poetic skills in such a building toward a climax way.
Deftly constructed rhyme which advances the power of the subject rather than distracting from it. A beautiful piece of writing.
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