Yes, C, I know what you mean. Perhaps I'll have another tweak and fiddle.
BW
C
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From: Christina Fletcher
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Sent: 25/10/02 09:55
Subject: Re: newsub-Curtains
Morning, C. At last, I've 'connected'. I can't reconcile the voice in
the third stanza with the rest of the poem - that may be why I've had
problems. It reminds me too much of other poets - a bit like a taste of
Eliot tasting other poets, if that makes any sense? I really like
evenings edged with spite though.
bw
christina
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
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