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Poem by Thom Gunn
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Does anyone happen to have a copy of Thom Gunn's poem 'Sunlight', and the patience and goodnature ot type it in for me, please?
I've lost the book of poems it is in, can't get it at the library, and can't�rder it through our local bookshop.
I'm desperate, so any help would be very welcome.
I've lost the book of poems it is in, can't get it at the library, and can't�rder it through our local bookshop.
I'm desperate, so any help would be very welcome.
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Sorry to have taken so long, I had this at work and kept forgetting to bring it home! Here goes .....
Sunlight
Some things, by their affinity light's token,
Are more than shown: steel glitters from a track;
Small glinting scoops, after a wave has broken,
Dimple the water in its draining back;
Water, glass, metal, match light in their raptures,
Flashing their many answers to the one.
What captures light belongs to what it captures;
The whole side of a world facing the sun,
Re-turned to woo the original perfection,
Giving itself to what created it,
And wearing green in sign of its subjection.
It is as if the sun were infinite.
Sorry to have taken so long, I had this at work and kept forgetting to bring it home! Here goes .....
Sunlight
Some things, by their affinity light's token,
Are more than shown: steel glitters from a track;
Small glinting scoops, after a wave has broken,
Dimple the water in its draining back;
Water, glass, metal, match light in their raptures,
Flashing their many answers to the one.
What captures light belongs to what it captures;
The whole side of a world facing the sun,
Re-turned to woo the original perfection,
Giving itself to what created it,
And wearing green in sign of its subjection.
It is as if the sun were infinite.
cont'd ...
But angry flaws are swallowed by the distance;
It varies, moves, its concentrated fires
Are slowly dying - the image of persistence
Is an image, only, of our own desires:
Desires and knowledge touch without relating.
The system of which sun and we are part
Is both imperfect and deteriorating.
And yet the sun outlasts us at the heart.
But angry flaws are swallowed by the distance;
It varies, moves, its concentrated fires
Are slowly dying - the image of persistence
Is an image, only, of our own desires:
Desires and knowledge touch without relating.
The system of which sun and we are part
Is both imperfect and deteriorating.
And yet the sun outlasts us at the heart.
cont'd ..
Great seedbed, yellow centre of the flower,
Flower on its own, without a root or stem,
Giving all colour and all shape their power,
Still recreating in defining them,
Enable us, altering like you, to enter
Your passionate love, impartial but intense,
And kindle in acceptance round your centre,
Petals of light lost in your innocence.
Merry Christmas!
jeanyb
Great seedbed, yellow centre of the flower,
Flower on its own, without a root or stem,
Giving all colour and all shape their power,
Still recreating in defining them,
Enable us, altering like you, to enter
Your passionate love, impartial but intense,
And kindle in acceptance round your centre,
Petals of light lost in your innocence.
Merry Christmas!
jeanyb
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