Cyril's poem to Marianne on 22nd June 1959 was written on 'official' shop notepaper, the first dated poem to appear as such. Typed in a hurry in case of a lunchtime visit?
I saw you in the pallid moon last night
So beautiful, but so remote;
Your garments were of gossamer and white
And you were distant as a nun
About to take her final vows.
But I, with gaze more steadfastly,
With contemplation's fervent strength,
Saw in your face and dress a hundred hues
And all the warmth that lives
In every lovers' first sweet kiss -
Away! Away, you tantalising moon,
That would make madness and dull mockery
Of this, my utmost misery.
22nd June, 1959
Thanks to Clogsilk for her stunning shot of the moon
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