Classic erotic poems
I once read a story, she said. I dont remember who by. Perhaps you’ve read it too. About a man who saved another man from drowning. And the guy was grateful, gave him presents, tried to do him favors, said he was his only friend in all the world, dogged his footsteps, moved into his home—and finally the guy who’d saved him couldn’t stand it any longer and took him and pushed him back in the river. That’s Mack Wilson. That’s why Mack Wilson has been expunged by everybody he’s conned into making Contact with him in the past two mortal years. I stood it for going on three months, and that’s about the record, as I understand it.” No. Im not in the habit of writing notes, personal or otherwise. It was ridiculous. In the last five minutes, since Id come home from the office, I must have glanced at Marion maybe two or three times. I’d kissed her when I walked into the apartment, or I was pretty sure I had. Yet standing at my closet now, eyes closed, I couldn’t for the life of me say what she was wearing. I worked at it; I could actually hear the sound of her breathing just behind me and could picture her standing there, a small girl five feet three inches tall, weighing just over a hundred pounds, twenty-four years old, nice complexion, pretty face, honey-blond hair, and wearing-wearing- The next morning, as he was taking his cold shower, he asked himself why couldnt there be books, without authors. The Camiroi schedule is challenging to the children, but it is nowhere impossible or discouraging. Everything builds to what follows. For instance, the child is eleven years old before he is given post-nuclear physics and universals. Such subjects might be too difficult for him at an earlier age. He is thirteen years old before he undertakes category invention, that intricate course with the simple name. He is fourteen years old when he enters the dangerous field of panphilosophical clarification. But he will have been constructing comprehensive philosophies for two years, and he will have the background for the final clarification. "In the name of the patent system," said Patrick firmly, "Ive committed every crime known to man. And still I cant get started." No, dont turn around! And close your eyes. I closed them, and Marion said, Now, without any peeking, because I’ll see you, tell me what I’m wearing right now.” Im a fellow of the British Display Society, and until recently spent eight years in charge of display and exhibitions for the South Western Electricity Board (packed it in at Christmas, in order to practice privately as a graphic designer!. As you’ve already gathered, I’m a longtime jazzer—played clarinet around my home town (Bridgewater, in Somerset)for quite a while, and led my own band for about eighteen months. I took up tenor sax about six years ago, something I wish I’d done sooner, and still do my ham-fisted impersonation of Lester young occasionally. For the record: Redgrove was born in 1932, and won scholarships in the Natural Sciences to Queens College, Cambridge. He has worked as chemist, journalist, and editor; spent a year as visiting poet at the University of Buffalo; is now Gregory Fellow in Poetry at Leeds University. He has five volumes of poetry in print in England (most recent:The Force and Other Poems, Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1966), and another.Against Death, to be published by Macmillan here. He also appears regularly on BBC-3’s poetry programs.* * * * "Sand? You lived on a beach? We had a beach when I was a kid. A beach is nice for kids. Whatd you break?" He stole a proud glance at the new chevrons on the sleeve of his fancy, blue dress uniform.Gosh but Ma would be proud to hear about all whats happened to us. I purely wish I could tell her. Love does strange things to some people, Quincannon said sagely. He himself had never penned such missives, nor even once been tempted to. Actions, after all, spoke louder and more passionately than words. The fact that her would-be assassin remained unidentified worried her, of course, but to no greater degree than it had previously. Her faith in Sabina and in Elizabeth Petrie to keep her safe remained steadfast. I saw no purpose in disrupting the benefit last night. And I needed more time to be sure of my suspicions. Down below he went to the room that had been assigned him and stripped from the uniform. He went into the bath and showered thoroughly, washing out a full third of the hair that had been on his head and half the color in that which remained. He emerged from the bath, little refreshed and some five years older..
