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Selections from The Reasoner Poetry |
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After James Gleeson
‘The Arrival of Irreplaceable Gifts’ is,
before it is anything else,
itself a wondrous gift.
Thank you too for your ‘Sewing Circle’.
My notes wonder if these women are witches or Bretons,
and whether their dress-trains are trugs or cribs.
There is a child with tiny specs, I spot him.
But what have I missed?
My notes are not your picture.
Is Leonardo that man being sewn into a tapestry?
Near the seashore did I see shells
or peacock feathers, or shells
on peacock feathers?
Through such frail canals does one mind seek another.
The effort is just the first thing I thank you for.
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