Category: EGB 1932-1978

October

Gone overnight the lingerings of Summer. The dead leaves pile together. Odd petals on the ground Turn into dozens in one night, As though having tried postponement The sap has suddenly drained completely, And given up. © EGB

Platitudes

I hate the childish platitudes And like a child myself Hate being bored by people who I find Too slow – too quick – too much trouble For me to carelessly caress. I hate the day’s todayness And – like a child can not Decide, whether it is next year or last year That would…

Slum Clearance

Here, I lived and slept and loved. On this spot. Where the purple flowers grow Here I was born and grew up. And learnt my English Grammar At a school which is no more. Here shall I die inside a monolith Of concrete. Here. In a decade or two, The grass will grow, And purple…

Vitality

If you could also share These vivid moments Our life-tracks would converge More easily. Your highlights are too highly bound For me to share And mine too far diffused for you To comprehend.  We love – we hate – these two for me Are quite compatible For feelings that are strong Mean that I live.…

The Last Word

As she said All must die Ending and leaving Are the only certainties And so accept And believe in today Not just for its memories But for its essence and its life It is all we have. And it is indestructible Whilst it is. © DEB – August 2005

Mother’s Day

So we were processed through grey Lancastrian streets, the banality of life continuing without any respect for our appalling secret. Ahead she lay, still, her gaunt body empty of fight, her skin like marble, her hair soft and brown. We crawled between desolate graves of lonely people, neglected, belonging to no-one, the snow still lying.…