Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Mountain Top

The W.H.Auden documentaries as part of the poetry season on BBC4 have inspired me to write a few poems again. This was inspired by W.H.Auden's isolated later years in Oxford.

Mountain Top

Here, the air is clear.
I see everyone, their heads,
and lives below.
This height
where I reside alone.

I see love.
I see it.

My shadows reply to my great things,
and I smile, as I chatter
to the few from the crowd
that speak a casual line
at my cloud.

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