- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Paradise Lost
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The stilted days got blurred, the hours do
Not show a single difference. On the coast
The lazy dhows come sailing by, with heavy loads
That never reach this sad backwater, slow
And stately, and as unattainable
As any dream, the sails a welcome sight
In the unchanging view of breakers, white
Upon the reef. Sometimes they come so near
You almost can make out the features of
The ones on board – I thought I recognised
A woman's face, once, but when I had run
Down to the waterline to swim across
And hail her in the grey of dawn, the sun
Had risen, the illusion gone. I think
The smells they carry sometimes reach me here
But I'm not sure – the frangipani wafts
Its sweet forgetfulness upon the heat
Of empty summer days that have grown long
Since she set out for other skies, and I
Stayed waiting here for her return, alone
And drowsy on this still, abundant shore –
This paradise that's paradise no more.
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