Old Boy At UEA
Old Boy At UEA
What seemed to us a consummation,
A coming of age, to life, to our selves
In concrete abstraction of hippy elves
Busy in hives of abstract concretion,
Essays in ringcraft, spaced-age constructions
Of new humanities, new chosen twelves,
New depths and heights, soarings and delves,
Was just the dawn of this Urban Every Airman.
This Now Universe of New Spacious Age
With its Tom Paine wing, Climate Change lung,
Julian-vision "beach under the paves",
Greyed Apollo flight steps, wild boldly-go stage,
Beam me up up-lifts, vertiginous walkways
Through heath, sky and water, has passed - to the young.
February 2023
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