Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair,
I looked down at the empty hotel yard
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After comparing lives with you for years
I see how I’ve been losing: all the while
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I feared these present years,
The middle twenties,
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In this dream that dogs me I am part
Of a silent crowd walking under a wall,
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The little lives of earth and form,
Of finding food, and keeping warm,
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In this dream that dogs me I am part
Of a silent crowd walking under a wall,
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When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
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They say eyes clear with age,
As dew clarifies air
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New eyes each year
Find old books here,
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My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
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A stationary sense... as, I suppose,
I shall have, till my single body grows
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The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
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Once I believed in you,
And then you came,
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The cloakroom pegs are empty now,
And locked the classroom door,
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Delay, well, travellers must expect
Delay. For how long? No one seems to know.
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Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan
The future was, in which temptingly spread
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Beyond the dark cartoons
Are darker spaces where
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Tired of a landscape known too well when young:
The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds
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When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
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Like the train's beat
Swift language flutters the lips
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Words as plain as hen-birds' wings
Do not lie,
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To put one brick upon another,
Add a third and then a forth,
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Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home,
Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech,
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This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured,
This air, a little indistinct with autumn
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Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me:
'Why do you let me lie here wastefully?
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I have started to say
"A quarter of a century"
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For C.G.B.
When she came on, you couldn't keep your seat;
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When I was a child, I thought,
Casually, that solitude
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Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
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Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
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