Poem
Simon Barraclough
\'You like to think you’re seeing the same Sun\'
\'You like to think you’re seeing the same Sun\'
You like to think you’re seeing the same Sun
set, although circumstance has set you both
apart. Look up, connect, triangulate,
count off the minutes and the seconds that
illustrate the parallax of your hearts.
The Sun is not the same. Each second sees
the loss of more mass than you can conceive
and even though your skin and eyes deceive
you to think that this doesn’t matter, it’s
spelling out the end, it’s reminding you
that the energy of love you expend
is so much solar wind, which your dear friend
staves off, because it’s all too much for her.
Your love’s a furbelow. An aurora.
set, although circumstance has set you both
apart. Look up, connect, triangulate,
count off the minutes and the seconds that
illustrate the parallax of your hearts.
The Sun is not the same. Each second sees
the loss of more mass than you can conceive
and even though your skin and eyes deceive
you to think that this doesn’t matter, it’s
spelling out the end, it’s reminding you
that the energy of love you expend
is so much solar wind, which your dear friend
staves off, because it’s all too much for her.
Your love’s a furbelow. An aurora.
© 2015, Simon Barraclough
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
Simon Barraclough
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1966)
Simon Barraclough is one of the generation of poets who came out of the workshops of the legendary Michael Donaghy. It’s a disparate band of poets who all write very differently, characterised to differing extents by an interest in form, wordplay, humour and wide-ranging cultural reference. Barraclough’s work is wry and witty, steeped in pop culture, bathos and – increasingly – science as a way...
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\'You like to think you’re seeing the same Sun\'
You like to think you’re seeing the same Sunset, although circumstance has set you both
apart. Look up, connect, triangulate,
count off the minutes and the seconds that
illustrate the parallax of your hearts.
The Sun is not the same. Each second sees
the loss of more mass than you can conceive
and even though your skin and eyes deceive
you to think that this doesn’t matter, it’s
spelling out the end, it’s reminding you
that the energy of love you expend
is so much solar wind, which your dear friend
staves off, because it’s all too much for her.
Your love’s a furbelow. An aurora.
From: Sunspots
\'You like to think you’re seeing the same Sun\'
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