Saturday 27 February 2021

Klaus Høeck: 'My Heart', p. 553

 

     the Old Appletree

(don't let it fall and never

     perish completely)

 

     turns out to be a

filippa tree (courante)

     that sMells so sweetly

 

     as the nape of my

beloveD's neck (sarabande)

     and the last time i

 

     mentioned it was when

dexter Gordon died and it

     was in glorious bloom

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