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The Poetry Of   
Kenneth Widmerpool      

Right Thru

Today I walked right through
A place where she had been
Waiting for me smiling in summer.
I knew where I was
I knew what I was doing
Right through her I walked
As if she was not there





Aspergers

She who was my mermaid at one time
Grieves now as I for unmatched love
Alone in her far flat country
She writes of dreams and disappointments
Whose nature I know well
And sends me poems
Of the kind with which I am familiar
Of love enduring not returned.
Ah, who knows the moments one remembers

And now her shining eyes and gentle smile
And silken hair and early wisdom
Earn her only tears
Who among us could imagine that
Her magic would not win what love she wished.

It is unnatural. It is wicked.
It is yet another great mistake
Of so many committed by this careless god





Darwin

On the small boat she said one day
That summer
'We will evolve'
But she was wrong
We have not evolved
We have mutated
Transfigured
From songs of love to silence
Suddenly.
Metaphorically one day to another.
Is this consistent with
Or contrary to the Theory?
Was our love a species that had no right to survive?





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