Excerpts from "A Lost Secret" by J.B. Pick

 

The well at the world's end

 

Here is the lost well, hidden by cobwebs

Where water-boatmen row in secret.

The water's keener, fresher, stranger

Than any gush invented by a tap.

Why then do I only visit it

When the rusty tank goes dry?

 

 

 

Pictures

 

To make a picture, make a frame,

Enclose a field, a nation or a game.

Life in its patterened fury won't agree,

Raging to break all pictures and to see.

 

 

 

Generations

 

I didn't know my father,

I wouldn't let him in;

And now I'll soon have vanished

As if I'd never been.

 

My sons may pause and wonder

What other use had I

Than bring them forth to wander

Beneath a changing sky.

 

 

 

Dr Quantum's Presidential address

 

"The obvious remains invisible,

Taking the form of holes round nothing:

Avail yourselves of the non-existent,

Grow in your garden acres of surprise."

 

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