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Saturday, 5 August 2017

Seymour And Me


The little girl on the plane
Who turned her doll’s head around
To look at me


The last words, scrawled in pencil on a hotel room blotter, of the J. D. Salinger character Seymour Glass, before he completed suicide. His search for the childlike state of connection between mind and universe a failure, in him, in his innocent romantic love, in his imagination. 

I ponder this poem on days like today. I wonder if I will leave a poem in a hotel room one day, when the state of being I desire eludes me one too many times?


Dry emptiness kiss
Autumn falling from her eyes
Red brown lost love leaves







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