To celebrate National Poetry Day, here's a poem I like a great deal. I wrote it for Tanya one night in Plymouth in September 1990, almost exactly thirty years ago. It it still on the paper on which I typed it up back in London and unchanged since then. But it never felt like something to submit (and I was getting away from publishing poetry anyway). Now I think it could have gone somewhere.
NURSERY RHYME
Before we go on
We shall have to decide
Which things are important
& which we will hide.
How much we can live with
& how much without;
Equations like these are
What love's all about.
Every point in each hand,
We'll listen & talk, but
We won't understand
That balance & logic
Are just symptoms of
A different disease,
But not symptoms of love.
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