States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'For Bill Harwood' by Graeme Hetherington

For Bill Harwood

 

A theorist of the purest kind,
Your lectures had no human warmth
And faded like a day-time moon.
The crueller said 'cloud-cuckoo land'

And loudly tapped their hollow heads.
Some thought you clinically disposed,
Contemptuous of eveything
Except the symbols on a page,

Myself included till you said
With gravy running down your chin:
'I love to lie curled up in bed
And listen to the pouring rain'.

Graeme Hetherington

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