Tuesday, May 4, 2010

just the two of us maybe

And yet another personal, private utopia. The most difficult to get to, the most precious.

An internal geography, nowhere to be found.


A life without location -
just the two of us
maybe, or a few -

keeping in closeup:
and the colours -
and just the colours

coming from the common source
one after the other
on a pulse;

and passing around us,
turning about and
flaking to form a world,

patterning on the need of a world
made on a pulse.
That way we keep the colours,

till they break and go
and leave no trace; nothing
that could hold an association.


Roy Fisher, 'Without Location', Poems 1955-1980 (Oxford: Oxford UP, 1980), pp. 115-16.

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