David Bromige

David Bromige: two new readings

AL FILREIS

 

Poem Reading a Line by Duncan (5)  If only my sense of your being vulnerable Could reach out and enfold you Sit across the table Or side-by-side above a book If only that look of yours Someone would study Could be before me very now How on your serious face The feelings trace their courses Muscles nerves & brain If only I were free to be that one To witness how that face Cracks near in two At some diverting foolery Smile that rises from the sorrow depths Surrendering inevitable Knowledge saying I accept Time to establish this : Not I am with you as you read Nor I am obviously not Won’t slight the chaos You arose from as from Naples’ Bay The day, another line of letters In evening’s shadows brailed If only the word Soppy Would bug off & let me Flow over to you vulnerable This world that is terrible Beyond all measure And we who need a center As a poem needs a spine Knew & not guessed victory But my sense of you vulnerable That is my own stays home Duncan my friend is gone Who reached across me so I saw the table