These losses are final -- you walked out of the grape arbor and are never to be seen again and you aren't aware of it. I set off after the grail seven years ago but like a spiral from above these circles narrow, tighten into a single point. Let's forgive her for her Chinese-checker brain and the pills that charge it electrically. She's pulled the switch too often. After the country dance in the yellow Buick Dynaflow with leather seats we thought Ferlin Husky was singing to us. A bottle of Corbys won you. A decade later on hearing I was a poet you laughed. You are permanently coarsened. Catherine near the lake is a tale I'm telling -- a whiff of lilac and a girl bleeds through her eyes like a pigeon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS |