This is Where, a poem by Julian Mann at Spillwords.com
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This is Where

This is Where

written by: Julian Mann

 

This is where
I wished I was,
There,
I listen to High Violet.

Passing a scene of rural innocence
Where time di’n’t dwell,
But was down among the at long last
Wet leaves.
C’était un peu comme 1612.

Children, on horses,
One smiling
Back, on the saddle turn:
I stopped further down, still to
Hear their voices,

The horses alone.

The Chilterns,
Like a load of Silburys –
Don’t move!
I want to write you.

But I walked over a rainy plank
And got myself torn
In a chemical wood.

Time was on the stream bed.
Waters, shallow, gallop
After caught boughs.

Julian Mann

Julian Mann

He has written since an early age, always sensitive to the mystery, beauty, and often, darkness, of landscape history and memory. In the last few years he has worked towards a dual sense of spirituality and art in his poems, inspired by T.S. Eliot, who is perhaps his strongest influence. He also greatly admires Geoffrey Hill and James Wright. He is an independently-spirited poet, and he hopes to encourage others to be the same; breaking away from the old culture of endlessly submitting to established publishers and journals, who are often too busy to appreciate the unique voices of true artists.
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