Raiders’ Dawn
(from Raiders’ Dawn and Other Poems: 1942)Softly the civilized
Centuries fall,
Paper on paper,
Peter on Paul.
And lovers walking
From the night—
Eternity’s masters,
Slaves of Time—
Recognize only
The drifting white
Fall of small faces
In pits of lime.
Blue necklace left
On a charred chair
Tells that Beauty
Was startled there.
Alun Lewis (1915-1944)
Welsh poet
The last word of line 5 is given in my copy as waking, not walking.
ReplyDeleteDavid Bisset