- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Doubts
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Days - cold succession of those creeping hours
of doubt, misgivings, horror - don't you know
the measured pace that lonely hours go,
unfeeling, slow - and how the red sun lours
on this cold granite world where beauty lies
in sparkling frost, in distances, in tears -
a little farther off each time one peers
at what's still left of it with aging eyes?
The oak is bare. Next spring it will not sprout
its wonted coat of green but stand bereft
of any splendour, dry and awesome, left
to rot or tumble at the woodman's shout.
Beneath the far-off skies the grey-green moors
lie flattened out like dough that's left too long,
the yeast turned lifeless, stale, its vigour gone -
life's grown so old it only just endures
and as I drag my weary feet back home
across the worn-out soil there'll be yet more
bleak disillusions than I met before,
more Spanish castles built of peat and loam.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 11 years agonice
Days - cold succession of those creeping hours
of doubt, misgivings, horror
greenmountaineerover 11 years agoTheo is right if will's implied
because of the S3L1 "but'"
but S.O. is right if "stands" stands alone,
SO, demure, do you have a but?
Don't answer. I'm just having fun
with repetition.
SweetOblivionover 11 years agostanza 2 line 2 - stands not stand. Is the Spanish castle, Lundy castle or more generally defensive given the disillusion?
