from Prologue: For Gavin, My Son
. . .
and even here you are the patient one
leading by gesture and grace
small arm raised from convulsions
soft hand touching my face
tiny fingers stroking my cheek
and a look even here in hell
a look from the mist of your
absence of love.
(Body and Soul New and Selected Poems | John Livingstone Clark)
. . .
and even here you are the patient one
leading by gesture and grace
small arm raised from convulsions
soft hand touching my face
tiny fingers stroking my cheek
and a look even here in hell
a look from the mist of your
absence of love.
(Body and Soul New and Selected Poems | John Livingstone Clark)