Mark Fraser: Day Three Hundred and Forty One – More Morgan

Posted on December 7, 2011 by

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More studying today. More medieval literature. I won’t bore you with the details.

Instead, here’s an Edwin Morgan poem for you. It’s wonderful. All rights belong to his estate etc. I claim no ownership

One Cigarette
by Edwin Morgan

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker’s tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.

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