Friday, July 19, 2013

September 19 1929 ~ Simon Howard

Poem for my Mother

The strangers exchange smiles
now I can’t stop smiling

Dark bees swim inside
a radiant Absolute

A white perfumed bush
lifts into the sky below my feet

There are advertisements forgotten
on a patch of forgetful ground

Describe your experiences of semi-invisible architecture
try to stop crying

We were waiting for a train
when a huge tempest broke over the sea, I

attributed your exemplary calm
to my eating an ice cream

Simon Howard : walkingintheceiling


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