Collected Love Poems. Brian Patten
with the body speak, its senses known.
There is no frantic hurry to love
Or press on another one’s own dream.
This much I know has changed,
What was once wild is calmed,
And quieter now behind the brain
May throw more light on things;
And what starved for love survives
Whatever shadow it hunted down.
Taking what love comes makes
All that comes much easier;
Something buried deep selects what our shapes need;
The smaller habits it allows to breathe then fade,
Leaving the centre clean.
Tonight I will not bother you with excuses.
If owning separate worlds means pain
Comes more easily, and hurt
Remains a common part of us,
The silence is best; it will allow
All doubts to strip themselves.
Then whatever’s seen will surely
Be seen in its own light,
And whatever is wanted be wanted
For more than wanting’s sake.
It is Time to Tidy Up Your Life
It is time to tidy up your life!
Into your body has leaked this message.
No conscious actions, no broodings
Have brought the thought upon you.
It is time to take into account
What has gone and what has replaced it.
Living your life according to no plan
The decisions were numerous and yet
The ways to go were always one.
You stand between trees this evening;
The cigarette in your cupped hand
Glows like a flower.
The drizzle falling seems
To wash away all ambition.
There are scattered through your life
Too many dreams to entirely gather.
Through the soaked leaves, the soaked grass,
The earth-scents and distant noises
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