Below The Bridge, The Arch, Drear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Below The Bridge, The Arch, Drear
Below the bridge, the arch, drear
Waters flow, and dirty and in the
Grass rustle fat black rats.
Of course it be evening: the sun
Is set down; and red dusk
Brings blushes to the faces of the day.
Declining, declining, the waters plough
The ticking of the time their motion
The sick Poet-Seer by the banks pacing.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
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