WALKING WITHOUT YEATS
Looking behind the wall:
a cramped hawthorn,
mess of anxious defaced carrier-bags,
sunken half-empty cans and a note:
‘Two bottles today.’
The pox marked earth
along with me
derives no pleasure slouching
nowhere near Byzantium.
Tom Kelly
Borderlines Number 42
Summer 2008
Comments
WALKING WITHOUT YEATS — No Comments
HTML tags allowed in your comment: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>