A Poem for a Thursday #59

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Clive James. the writer, broadcaster, poet, and literary critic, died a few days ago. I thought this was a good time to share one of his poems.

Have you got a biro I can borrow?
I'd like to write your name
On the palm of my hand, on the walls of the hall
The roof of the house, right across the land
So when the sun comes up tomorrow
It'll look to this side of the hard-bitten planet
Like a big yellow button with your name written on it

Have you got a biro I can borrow?
I'd like to write some lines
In praise of your knee, and the back of your neck
And the double-decker bus that brings you to me
So when the sun comes up tomorrow
It'll shine on a world made richer by a sonnet
And a half-dozen epics as long as the Aenid

Oh give me a pen and some paper
Give me a chisel or a camera
A piano and a box of rubber bands
I need room for choreography
And a darkroom for photography
Tie the brush into my hands

Have you got a biro I can borrow?
I'd like to write your name
From the belt of Orion to the share of the Plough
The snout of the Bear to the belly of the Lion
So when the sun goes down tomorrow
There'll never be a minute
Not a moment of the night that hasn't got you in it. 

Have You Got a Biro I Can Borrow?
Clive James

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4 comments

  1. I hadn’t heard Clive James had died. I really like this poem, and now want to read more of his poetry.

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    1. That is how I felt. I wasn't familiar with his poetry either.

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  2. Australian radio & TV has been almost wall-to-wall replaying old interviews and episodes on Clive's various programs since I woke up Thursday to hear the news.
    Thank you for highlighting one of his poems this week.

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    1. I don't know much of his writings but I am enjoying discovering them.

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