Poetry

Alan Gould: If You Know My Inmost

So If You Know My Inmost   And since you’ve seen the wiles o’ me, Come tell to me your name. —Traditional, “The Forester”   “So if you know my inmost why not reveal your name? For Annabels and Clarabels will not be thought the same   by one upfront and forelock boy, sleek beside swimming pool, adroit with pleasantries between our sheets of sweet misrule.   For now the dawn has come with broom to sweep away the stars and slip them in her pocket with her keepsakes and ménage,   and I am now your data, love, yes,…

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