The Greek Myths by Robert Graves

   
It came surfing the coast line

It came on the back of a sparrowhawk

It came hunting

So — it came

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Just Before

She told me all she knew about the world

where each thing went

but then

when I looked out

she was not there

She vanished one afternoon

in February

while I was away

an suddenly

I had nowhere to return to

I guess that’s why I love walking

for it allows me to imagine

she might turn out after a corner

or just before the rain

starts

   

   

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Growing

How can I be so sad

when I’ve been lonely

since forever

I don’t even remember

your voice

only the way it moved

And the way you looked at me

from the distance

growing

   

   

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As Red

When April comes

she comes

and engulfs

my memory

all along

When May comes

she leaves

and it takes me some time

to find again

my name

When June comes

I’m already gone

not knowing where

but for a ribbon

as red as her rose

  

   

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