Title: A Lyric

Author: Geoff Cochrane

In: Sport 10: Autumn 1993

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, May 1993, Wellington

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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Sport 10: Autumn 1993

A Lyric

A Lyric

Autumn is dusk, brings dusk,
Dusk's grave adjustment of tones.

I have bathed, my fingers smell of money.

Greyness, stillness, chill—
Each is rich in itself.

The sea has fingers like these smallnesses,
These notes; those who are cold
It touches with odours.

Behind you hung a vast fund of cloud.

There dwindles on my eye
Your eye, the charm of clavicles.

You were as real as meat, as thunder.