Robert Yeo (b. 1940)

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SELECTED POEMS

Those in Urban Yellow

And yet, some of your young opt out, niggling,
‘You are not green enough.’ They love, (you know),
Parks where spring contrives to give to green|
A shine that does not yellow easily.

And there are those with ears so keen they can
Make out the sound of falling dominoes
Years before they have fallen. In which 
Bowling alley have they long pricked their fears?

Few, few don’t know what green can be greener,
Or yellow, yellower. If we cannot choose,
Entirely, which flowers will grow wild on our soil,
We can, at least, graft blossoms for new homes.

by Robert Yeo
from The Best of Robert Yeo (2012)

 

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