Harbour Dusk Comments
She and I came wandering there through an empty park,
and we laid our hands on a stone parapet’s
fading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine dark
of the harbour, we could make out yachts –
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What a beautiful poem, with darkness dust, 'beneath an overcast sky' falling upon the harbour the yachts the water; what are the yachts saying 'far across their empty fields of water', resting like a quill; what do they rise to whisper 'slipping amongst each other', what will time write or has time written, across the oily harbour waters of our lives?
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Oily Harbour Waters: Our Salient Beating Lives? gathers darkness dust beneath an overcast sky falling upon the harbour the yachts the water; what are the yachts saying far across empty fields of water resting poised like a quill what do they rise to whisper? slipping insights to each other what will time write or has time written across the oily harbour waters of our salient beating lives? Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Harbour Dusk' by Robert Gray. Dedicated to the poet Robert Gray.