The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—



Blogger Peter Larsen said...

It is from "Chard Witlow", right? I am particularly fond of the opening lines:

"As we get older we do not get any younger.
Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five,
And this time last year I was fifty-four,
And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.
And I cannot say I should like (to speak for myself)
To see my time over again— if you can call it time:
Fidgeting uneasily under a draughty stair,
Or counting sleepless nights in the crowded Tube."

Yes, Henry Reed is a fabulous poet.

January 15, 2007 7:25 am  
Blogger wabisabi said...

tooth fae
on tongue

January 15, 2007 5:05 pm  
Blogger wabisabi said...

with the program
crysalis! :))

January 15, 2007 5:09 pm  
Blogger mrtn said...

Anon: Hardyhar, smartass. Didn't you see how I ironically deflated the pathos of Eliot with a Monty Python reference?

January 15, 2007 7:16 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

... and he is .... baaaaack!!!! (and out and about). Time to put the shield up again.

January 15, 2007 8:46 pm  
Blogger wabisabi said...

i am an astonishing and VERY smart guy - is it that your bullshit is threatened my dear anon (hiding in your cave of dreams)?

January 15, 2007 9:52 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

John, you have issues. Now stop harassing my family.

January 16, 2007 1:14 am  
Blogger wabisabi said...


why are you
so sensitive

is all talk
and no action?


January 16, 2007 4:42 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...


January 16, 2007 5:44 pm  
Blogger wabisabi said...


turning my body
turning my back on issues
turning my pillow

it's liff, b-but not as we know it !

January 17, 2007 12:44 am  

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