About the poet
Felix Dennis (1947 - 2014) was the colourful publishing entrepreneur whose company, Dennis...
I am listening now...
I am listening, now...
I am listening, now. The past is past,
I'm here. I'm sitting beside your bed.
Speak to me now. It's time at last
To make amends. The past is dead.
I am listening, now. I'm here, my dear.
Your spotted hands are soft as fur.
Speak to me, now. I've ears to hear,
They are not so deaf as once they were.
I am listening, now. I'm done with fuss;
Babble of treachery, love or pain,
Speak of yourself, of them, of us -
Speak of the ghosts that fill the rain.
I am listening, now. I left it late,
Later than ever we thought or knew.
Sepak to me. Please. Unbar the gate.
Turn back, my dear. I'm here for you.
from Island of Dreams (Noctua Press, 2007), copyright © Felix Dennis 2007, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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