The eyes are not here ,
After the sapient silence of the trees
After the street light , pale on black grime faces
The shouting and the crying ,
T he dried voices of us whispering together
If we were endless and still in dying
But surely ,
with a little patience.
There are no eyes here
In this hollow of meeting places
In the eclipse of fading stars
There is sunlight on my broken lips
Lips that would kiss
There is the bird in the wind
In the singing of the wind ,
More distant and solemn like that ever fading star.
Let me be no nearer
We grope together
Just as the breeze behaves - no nearer .
When I count there are only you and I together
Looking in front on the path
I see another walking beside you
I do not know
If there was ,
In between
Real and the idea
Between conceiving
and the conception
Between sense
and response
Between moan
and that fondle
Between ,And , in between that moment of ripple.
There is no silence in those sullen faces of sneer and snarl
There are no lamentations
Over stone images
Over place which is only a place
Time that is always time
And on that trusted road beside you ……
I have seen an eye on that street
‘Half past seven’ the street lamp said
“Go back home”
I could see nothing behind these spaces of dark
Which opened like moonlit tongues.
A broken toy in anabandoned yard
She is alone
With all the nocturnal smells of
Musty books ,
And smells of streets ,
Cigarettes in corridors ,
With the smoke on his knees .
Buried beneath snow deep dust
Over drooping letters In words ,
the lamp sputtered and muttered
Hummed the dark song ,
It brought
A rose of memory
A speech without word
Of love unsatisfied
Word of no speech .
There were no more faces and no more stops
Because I was glad to be scattered
We Did reach other :
Then I turned and saw below :
Because I do not hope to turn again .
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