The Listeners - by
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
/ Knocking on the moonlit door;
/ And his horse in…
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
/ Knocking on the moonlit door;
/ And his horse in…
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
The night I got grave dust on my hands after dusting off my mother’s grave / I was lent a…
Gruff trams and trains criss-cross and intersect
/ With glittering steel this leprous countryside;
/ Pyramid slagheaps threaten, seamed and specked
/ With smouldering pink: a…
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
/ The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
/ I have thee…
A dead man dead for weeks
/ Is sickening food for lover’s eye
/ That seeks and ever seeks
/ A fair one’s beauty…
The moon – frozen eye –
/ Stares down stupidly,
/ And the wind licks
/ A few bare sticks,
/ Once trees:
/
/ And near the craters…
/ My dainty lass, lay you the blame
/ Upon the richtfu’ heid;
/ ‘Twas daft ill-luck that bigg’d yer hame
/ …
A breath cleaves operatic breaches in the walls
/ of shimmery, dilapidated marble halls,
/
/ disperses all the boundaries of hearth and home,
/ and blurs…
She is history, unable to cast blame on anyone. / She is the skeleton key, the collective curse / on…
Such as into Himself at last eternity changes him, / the Poet with a naked sword provokes / his century…
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