Beautiful Cellars

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‘No clock: only the Heart’s blood. Only the word.”

“I think poetry must,
I think it must,
Stay open all night
In beautiful cellars” Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours

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High round windows
over wide glass doors
fill with night;

The world’s gone to black,
to void,
to nothing.

Can you hear your whispering blood?
– surge of surf, wind in dark trees
alive – alive –

so arise now and go
down the noisy steps
to the beautiful cellar,

to the poetry.

(18 March 2013)

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