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RIP Clive James: Australian broadcaster and author dies aged 80
RE: RIP Clive James: Australian broadcaster and author dies aged 80
RE: RIP Clive James: Australian broadcaster and author dies aged 80
Very much the Australian Alan Coren.
Which from my standpoint is the highest praise possible.
Freely admitted that his later years were a bonus and he should have been gone well before now. He seems to have made good use of that bonus.
This was written in 2014 so he saw another 5 autumns after this one.
Japanese MapleYour death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that.That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colors will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.
© Clive James, 2014
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