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The poets visit the Rosewell Arms
ОглавлениеSurprised to find,
on their country rambles,
how he singles her out
in every pub,
the ‘village drunk,’
proclaiming his love:
They don’t know, Robbie, they don’t know, the kinship of those who walk, as we have done, through living fire.
His friends clap him
on the back, laugh,
pour him another drink,
she turns back to the bar,
smiling, glass in hand,
discussing Yeats.
The floor rocks under
his sea legs, his skin burns.
Long ago he learned
to substitute drink
for touch, to hold
the terror in.
So many unrequited singers, Bobby. The fire made diamonds of your eyes. The breathing world cries, ‘I love you too.’
