journal of a writing man
Work in Progress
When he was writing
for Thom Gunn
There was a balance then, between leather
and lust, between pride and penetration. The sun
shone on smiling captain and on reflective hero alike
and, despite the pain of sweated nights, there was
reason, close-coupled, walking metrics along the tidelines.
And now, how swift it has gone, his time
is done, his library closed, his work to be
collected in memoriam. It was better,
so very much better, when he was writing.
John Bailey, Lincolnshire, May 2004
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