Rooms; Charlotte Mew

[melodily.livejournal.com]

I remember rooms that have had their part
In the steady slowing down of the heart.
The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,
The little damp room with the seaweed smell,
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—
   Rooms where for good or for ill – things died.
But there is the room where we (two) lie dead,
Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as
     well seem to sleep again.
   As we shall somewhere in the other quieter, dustier bed  
Out there in the sun -- in the rain.

Comments

[onestringed.livejournal.com]

this was on the A-level lit paper last year! :P

[melodily.livejournal.com]

ooh that's cool. EXCELLENT TASTE, CAMBRIDGE SETTERS.

[go-teen-angst.livejournal.com]

This is gorgeous.