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Best Poems From
ERIC RATCLIFFE
(Aug 8,1918)
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Nuclear Heritage
High wings over the fox ferns
from meres of the morning star
in a singing brown man's dawn,
gods of six golden suns
quest the giant fish catcher
by charcoal cross and thorn.
The pitted longfolded bones
torn from the last black pony,
dear follower of his destiny,
crumble on rainwashed stones
with pinions of steel angels
and iron of dead history.
Citadel and cold willow,
shuddered from blackened hills,
are dust to the sad seabirds:
the drawn hand on the longbow,
the full arm of the thatcher,
are twisted by dying herds.
There will be no more magic
by boar's head and yellow fire,
by hunting net and cauldron:
painful his round, wide eyes
under his mother's star;
shining, his spider children.
Eric Ratcliffe
Read more: hunting poems, history poems, star poems, destiny poems, fish poems, magic poems, sad poems, children poems, mother poems, fire poems, angel poems, fishing poems, child poems
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Outside The Roman Palace At Fishbourne AD 75
Whose feet in careful sandals moved
past my oil lamp in the Palace?
My window eyes can see no shape
against the lights of the Western Wing:
a lover perhaps from the dark night
of the hidden waterways, where fires
of the People of the Kingdom
burn red with sticks - some Regni woman
pregnant under her brown cloak
claiming Maximus of the Guard?
The sea marsh smells of foreign dampness:
outside, their gods parade the mist:
we use their greensand and their clay,
their wood and iron, as peaceful builders:
but beyond the garden room I know
a century of tribal hands implores
a thunder-stone to break these walls.
Eric Ratcliffe
Read more: woman poems, red poems, people poems, sea poems, dark poems, night poems, fire poems, women poems
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Sleep
The night has grown with the stars
and, lke the willow children
of the Catuvellauni
who rested their faces
in the moss and the silver bushes,
I too sleep, like a child of snow.
Eric Ratcliffe
Read more: silver poems, snow poems, children poems, child poems, sleep poems, night poems, star poems
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Technique Of Avarice
Follow the Miser's Wife inside his Lair:
Into your arms this ragged girl enfold.
Bribe her to disclose his Pot of Gold.
- Return at night - avoid the creaking stair.
Eric Ratcliffe
Read more: girl poems, night poems
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