| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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| Servant’s Ghost (After a Redon drawing) Behold my spirit springing from a vat of air and disembodied leaves. I tried to warn you of my infidelities, stealing your bracelets, and plates, but you were busy reading The Analects in sleepy ignorance of my gray presence behind a triptych that depicted cherry blossoms, the bravery of warriors and the flight of herons. (I might have stolen that too had it not been so large.) Oh, master, I could have been your key to a grand side-show, to gardens of laughter, had you ever seen me. But as it is you will dream of me and wonder where I’ve gone without ever knowing I was here. You may detect a smile on my absent face, and eventually discover a certain book is missing . . . | |
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