Is That Love You’re Making?
Some days when I get out of bed
I have the feeling that I’m dead,
So unimaginable seems the round trip to the land of dreams
So indistinct the boundaries seem
between the dreamer and the dream
A great calm came over me
but didn’t quite cover me
You say it’s nothing. What kind
of nothing had you in mind?
I haven’t written anything today
I was afraid
my thoughts might frighten my fingers.
When I’m older
I hope to become an opinion holder
Now that equality prevails
when females are compared with males
how is one to tell their gender
without a peep at their pupenda?
Arthur Osborne was born in Dublin 1909, and bought up in County Donegal. He lived and worked in London for many years