Margaret Gardiner (22 April 1904 – 2 January 2005)
THE FRAUD
Fool, to imagine primal fire
Behind the moon’s unrivalled
posturing –
Cool is your love, without
desire,
An empty eloquence and
gesturing.
Sail – calm, magnificent –
across your night,
Out-flaunt the stars’ small
authenticity,
Pale, in your borrowed pride,
still to delight
Lovers, by unashamed
duplicity.
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