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THE CALENDAR by RUPERT HUGHES

First Line: IN THOSE DELICIOUS DAYS WE SPENT TOGETHER
Last Line: IT CLINGS A MONTH TO EVERY DAILY PAGE.
Subject(s): ABSENCE; TIME; SEPARATION; ISOLATION;
In those delicious days we spent together
The hurried calendar would shed its leaves
Like apple blossoms which a windy weather
Of every petal every stem bereaves.

Now we're apart, and letters to and fro
Rather rekindle longing than assuage --
As thistles grip their spears through storm and snow,
It clings a month to every daily page.



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