Horner's Corner

Peter Porter: A Sour Decade

by on May.24, 2010, under poetry

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These are the years which furnish no repentance

Though seamed with sore regret:

So much would selflessly be done and yet

Print no true sentence.


That grief sits down in books but is no writer

Must be the just rebuke,

And every lightless evening proves a fluke

The one grown brighter.


A careless management of things, they call it

Who pose for God or Fate

The purpose of the Infinite and Great

And here install it.


These decades, all the decimals of feeling,

Are pressing on our schemes.

On childhood walls, on corridors of dreams,

The paint is peeling.

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