Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Khamsin 1942

"Now I am still and spent
And lie in a whited sepulchre
Breathing dead.
But there will be
No lifting of the damp swathes
No return of blood
No rolling away the stone
Till the cocks carve sharp
Good scars in the morning...”


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