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In honour of Edwin Morgans passing, I put here the poem of his that I associate with alot of things, now bittersweet memories.



STRAWBERRIES

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

Date: 2010-08-26 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] susannahclark.livejournal.com
Always loved this poem so much, Natalie.

Edwin Morgan really encouraged me in my writing when I was a student.

He was a kind and generous-spirited man.

Susannah

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