Parting: 1940

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Not knowing in what season this again
Not knowing when again the arms outyearning
Nor the flung smile in eyes not knowing when


Not sure beyond all doubt of full return
Not sure of time now nor the film’s reversal
This all done opposite, the waif regathered


Like our lost parents in the blinded song
We bag in hand with wandering steps and slow
Through suburbs take our solitary way


Not that all clouds are garrisoned and stung
Not that horizons loom with coppered legions
Not that the year is dark with weird condition


All who parted in all days looked back
Saw the white face, the waving. And saw the sea
Not knowing in what season this again


For well they knew, the parters in all evenings
Druid and Roman and the rocked Phoenician:
The blood flows one imposed way, and no other

© John Frederick Nims