Saturday 7 September 2013

Now In Retrospect

















What we did in fifty years
Will not be undone in five hundred.
The years went by so slowly:
In a lifetime you could have sat
And whiled away at your window
Like an old man.
You could have nodded,
Neither in sleep or assent,
And seen the sky dismantled by cranes.
In the wink of an eye
You could have heard the wind
Sighing in all directions
And still not seen the walls go up
That separate the world.

© BH 1979

And still they go up. Walls.

All I did was nod.

Hmmm.

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