Posts Tagged forsaken
THE HEART’S TESTIMONY
Posted by David Selzer in Poetry on April 29th, 2011
I am a gumshoe tailing mortality,
a shammus staking out history,
death’s sleuth. The past has bequeathed itself,
its deceiving legacy of meanings.
Here is the evidence, thronging the cramped,
provincial streets – the line of a wall,
family remembrance, an ancient name.
Before terraces and villas, before
canal and railway, under pavements
and metalled roads, beneath fields is lost heathland,
a forsaken brook. There are only stones
and ghosts and the heart’s testimony – childhood,
ambition, emptiness.
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THE HEART’S TESTIMONY
Posted by David Selzer in Poetry on August 21st, 2009
I am a gumshoe tailing mortality,
a shammus staking out history,
death’s sleuth. The past has bequeathed itself,
its deceiving legacy of meanings.
Here is the evidence, thronging the cramped,
provincial streets – the line of a wall,
family remembrance, an ancient name.
Before terraces and villas, before
canal and railway, under pavements
and metalled roads, beneath fields is lost heathland,
a forsaken brook. There are only stones
and ghosts and the heart’s testimony – childhood,
ambition, emptiness.
amibition, canal, childhood, death, emptiness, forsaken, ghosts, gumshoe, heart, heathland, history, legacy, lost, metalled, mortality, provincial, railway, remembrance, shammus, sleuth, stones, terraces, testimony, villas
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