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A TASTE OF HONEY
While crossing the English Channel
a Red Rose walked slowly
or maybe
the wind blew it
into my bushy beard.
I received it gently
and
placed it on my lapel.
I travelled
to see
Flemish architecture
Van Gough museum
Rambrant’s house
German castles
and French vineyards.
Finally
I sat down on the Seine bank,
as the street-lamps
were reflecting in the water,
the wind was slightly moist
the Red Rose
looked into my eyes
and placed two drops
of rare honey
on my lips.
Even today
when I think about the moment
and move my tongue
on my lips
I can taste the honey.
1974 London
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