[lit-ideas] Re: Poem for 21 April
- From: "Mirembe Nantongo" <nantongo@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 18:40:40 +0100
Here's a creepy thoughts-of-death-purging poem (with thanks) for Robert:
Outside and In by Henry Reed
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Suddenly I knew that you were outside the house.
The trees went silent you were prowling among,
The twig gave warning, snapped in the evening air,
And all the birds in the garden finished singing.
What have you come for? Have you come in peace?
Or have you come to blackmail, or just to know?
And after sunset must I be made to watch
The lawn and the lane, from the bed drawn to the window,
The winking glass on top of the garden wall,
The shadows relaxing and stiffening under the moon?
I am alone, but look, I have opened the doors,
And the house is filling with cold, the winds flow in.
A house so vulnerable and divided, with
A mutiny already inside its walls,
Cannot withstand a siege. I have opened the doors
In sign of surrender. The house is filling with cold.
Why will you stay out there? I am ready to answer.
The doors are open. Why will you not come in?
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All best, Mirembe
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