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Lore

Job Davies, eighty-fiveWinters old, and still aliveAfter the slow poisonAnd treachery of the seasons.

Miserable? Kick my arse!It needs more than the rain’s hearse,Wind-drawn to pull me offThe great perch of my laugh.

What’s living but courage?Paunch full of hot porridgeNerves strengthened with tea,Peat-black, dawn found me

Mowing where the grass grew,Bearded with golden dew.Rhythm of the long scytheKept this tall frame lithe

What to do? Stay green.Never mind the machine,Whose fuel is human soulsLive large, man, and dream small.

~ R.S. ~

(Selected Poems, 1946-1968)

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