Some poems from the library

Here are a few poems I found in the library yesterday that I really love. Enjoy.

How Do Species Recognise Their Mate?
Ruth Padel from Darwin- A Life In Poems

Take frogs. Many different species lie about in the wet flourescence,
torn scraps of silk in the silt of a single pond.
To pick mates of their own species they make themselves distinct
tin tiny ways, like trembling at a particular frequency
or pulse rate. In birds, variation's greater. Say, a courtship dance.
They meet, spread wings, display those peacock eyes,
that special patch of feathers, a flash or bar of black,
gold or iridescent blue, so neurons, synaptic terminals
and brain may recognize the I belong with you.

The Weasel
Jacob Polley

Up and down the London Road
Blinder by the hour
I spent as much again as we owed
White winter flowers

Crowds and crowds like fallen leaves
Blown between the towers
You cam in with the cold up your sleeves
White winter flowers

Screams and shouts and broken things
Now you're fired and cower
Under the sheets when the postman brings
White winter flowers

Who's have dreamt a little twist
Could turn your sweet breath sour
I tasted this when we first kissed
White winter flowers

For your whole heart is half my heart
My heart is half of yours
So we're neither complete and lie drunk in the street
White winter flowers