Glad you identified with it, Lynn, although it's a bit morose.
BW
Christine

-----Original Message-----
From: Lynn Owen
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Sent: 20/10/02 16:30
Subject: Re: newsub-Curtains

Kicked a memory or two for me, very nice read with enough meaning to
give
feeling.
Cheers.
Lynn
----- Original Message -----
From: "Bousfield, Christine [CES]" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, October 20, 2002 11:19 AM
Subject: newsub-Curtains


> Dear All
> Just joined you again.Comments please. (The last line of each stanza
is
> supposed to be indented, as in stanza 3)
> BW
> Christine
>
> Curtains
>
> Tear back the curtains,
> roll up the blinds,
> let in the light:
> there'll be precious little soon.
>
> Let in the light
> beneath the roller and the roman;
> there's only a little now:
> leaves rattle in the drains.
>
>
> Roll  down the blinds,
> time's shadow drowns the sun,
> leaden evenings edged with spite.
>                 Quick,  close the curtains.
>
>
> There'll be precious little then
> under cataracts of cloud
> to keep out the cold,
> face down the orange moon.
>
>
>
> chrisbousfield October 2002