[Lika_k]

Lawrence Durrell
Avignon
Come, meet me in some dead café —
A puff of cognac or a sip of smoke
Will grant a more prolific light,
Say there is nothing to revoke.

A veteran with no arm will press
A phantom sorrow in his sleeve;
The aching stump may well insist
On memories it can't relieve.

Late cats, the city's thumbscrews twist.
Night falls in its profuse derision,
Brings candle-power to younger lives,
Cancels in me the primal vision.

Come, random with me in the rain,
In ghastly harness like a dream,
In rainwashed streets of saddened dark
Where nothing moves that does not seem.

@темы: d, 20, english-british, durrell, lawrence

Comments

[robert ross]

все им написанное обладает силой телетраспортера ))

[Lika_k]

robert ross, those long rambling poems he called letters (с))