Young Woman Reading by a Window - Delphin Enjolras 6 A.M. Thoughts As soon as you wake they come blundering in Like puppies or importunate children; What was a landscape emerging from mist Becomes at once a disordered garden. And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassments, Anger, lust, fear - in fact the whole pig-pen; And who'll clean it up? No hope for sleep now - Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in. Dick Davis (18th April 1945 - ) from the book: Poem for the Day One |
Thursday 4 October 2012
The Thursday Poem
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