Poem
Richard Price
Languor\'s Whispers
Languor\'s Whispers
Languor\'s Whispers
*Straps stripped,
tans’ stripes,
laps and lips, lush
soft locks.
Languor’s whispers
to longing, listening.
*
The release
of play and please,
quietly now allowed.
Two
perfects the crowd.
*
A lick, a life.
The lyric lazed within,
the link
of glow and glimpse,
the jewels
of just ourselves.
*
Lying in.
Lambency from shirk,
the glints
from whys and whines
(work), the shoosh
of sigh-by-sigh
drumming of the hum.
*
Friendless.
Hand-in-hand’s routine
routed, de-planned:
forwarder, franker, fresher,
serious leisure.
Louts – us –
dedicated layabouts,
blunt
and blameless (would-be).
*
Touch, and touch’s could-be
deep shallows, lap
and kiss, sense-sipping lips,
finger-tips.
*
The taste-sniff
sniff-taste
hear of here,
the see
of near-bounded, no,
the near-boundless sea.
*
Touch, touch, touch.
Hopes, love, luck,
perfect just,
a right too much.
© 2006, Richard Price
From: Earliest Spring Yet
Publisher: Landfill, Norwich
From: Earliest Spring Yet
Publisher: Landfill, Norwich
Richard Price
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1966)
Richard Price was born in Reading in 1966 and grew up in Renfrewshire, south-west of Glasgow. He trained as a journalist at Napier College, Edinburgh before studying English and Librarianship at Strathclyde University, Glasgow.
Price is associated with the 1990s group of poets, the Informationists, which includes W.N. Herbert, David Kinloch, Peter McCarey and Alan Riach. He writes: “One of the i...
Price is associated with the 1990s group of poets, the Informationists, which includes W.N. Herbert, David Kinloch, Peter McCarey and Alan Riach. He writes: “One of the i...
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Languor\'s Whispers
*Straps stripped,
tans’ stripes,
laps and lips, lush
soft locks.
Languor’s whispers
to longing, listening.
*
The release
of play and please,
quietly now allowed.
Two
perfects the crowd.
*
A lick, a life.
The lyric lazed within,
the link
of glow and glimpse,
the jewels
of just ourselves.
*
Lying in.
Lambency from shirk,
the glints
from whys and whines
(work), the shoosh
of sigh-by-sigh
drumming of the hum.
*
Friendless.
Hand-in-hand’s routine
routed, de-planned:
forwarder, franker, fresher,
serious leisure.
Louts – us –
dedicated layabouts,
blunt
and blameless (would-be).
*
Touch, and touch’s could-be
deep shallows, lap
and kiss, sense-sipping lips,
finger-tips.
*
The taste-sniff
sniff-taste
hear of here,
the see
of near-bounded, no,
the near-boundless sea.
*
Touch, touch, touch.
Hopes, love, luck,
perfect just,
a right too much.
From: Earliest Spring Yet
Languor\'s Whispers
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