Poem
David Brooks
The Cold Front
The Cold Front
The Cold Front
It was comingthe cold front
and the complex weather
we returned
and the difficult loves were waiting
the long conversations
with pain in the final sentences
winter
gathering her parcel for the victory
stones, feathers, bottles
brimming with light
the troops
breaking in through the syllables
the empty cups
sitting before us in the snow
this
like all the others
a lullaby
a few grains of salt at the centre
© 1983,
From: The Cold Front
Publisher: Hale & Iremonger, Sydney
From: The Cold Front
Publisher: Hale & Iremonger, Sydney
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The Cold Front
It was comingthe cold front
and the complex weather
we returned
and the difficult loves were waiting
the long conversations
with pain in the final sentences
winter
gathering her parcel for the victory
stones, feathers, bottles
brimming with light
the troops
breaking in through the syllables
the empty cups
sitting before us in the snow
this
like all the others
a lullaby
a few grains of salt at the centre
From: The Cold Front
The Cold Front
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