Thinking of you
I saw a fuchsia tree.
To myself said
What shall my future be?
Like lighted lamps
Matched only by your eyes,
Or these red drops
Of blood which fall when their light dies?
1st July, 1959
Poems from Mr Nash... Blogging a collection of love poems written between 1959 and 1962 by Cyril Nash, owner of Jon Ash bookshop on Cullum Street in the City of London, and hidden inside books bought by one of his regular customers, Marianne.
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