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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Saw You By The Clyde</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met Scott Walker by the river, <br>his Golden Retriever unwinding<br>amongst the trees and the winterblown grass; <br>and I was whistling Angels of Ashes - <br>discordant, untrammelled, in low, slow mist <br>creeping between the cold deeps of grey water <br>and the saturated wishes written <br>on the faded leaves still holding, <br>loyal and fast, to a season we’ve lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we stopped mundanely, compulsively, <br>and talked of venom and of gentleness; <br>and I couldn’t help but say that we’d lost ours. <br>We used to walk and he would race <br>around and across, nose deep into spring, <br>into ancient commitments <br>and thrill, like freedom should be, <br>through the nettles and budding foxgloves, <br>trailing his infectious atmosphere <br>through all the woods, and all the lochs <br>and all along the ragged ocean’s edge. <br>And I couldn’t help but see him <br>in that bounding song <br>that old repeating rhythm <br>on a riverbank we never shared. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his eyes were bloodshot from the cold <br>and he listened as if he lived it (and he would in time) : <br>his smile was honest, on a knife edge like De Niro’s, <br>but he was gone before I realised, <br>through knee-high mist and haggard trees <br>with that blonde happiness unleashed <br>like random star trails darting wild, <br>along another riverside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(For Don)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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his Golden Retriever unwinding
amongst the trees and the winterblown grass; 
and I was whistling Angels of Ashes - 
discordant, untrammelled, in low, slow mist 
creeping between the cold deeps of grey water 
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