Reading Koestler in November ...

They call it the instinct of the rabble, Nicolas - 

That a man should want to learn to read - 

I'm reading Koestler's Dialogue With Death - 

The pale northern sunlight falls upon the pages - 

There are quiet bones in the churchyard - 

Leaves cover the grass - 

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No apples are left upon the tree - 

Each has fallen, scenting the garden - 

*

The sky touches the church tower - 

They press against me, los pobres y humildes - 

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The warder and the priest walk down the dreadful corridor - 

The incomunicados call out for their mothers - 

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Arturito picks up a note thrown to him in the yard - 

Comrade, we know that you are here and a friend of the Spanish Republic - 

You have been condemned to death; but they will not shoot you - they are much too afraid of the new King of England -

They will only kill us - the poor and humble - 

Courage - we love you - 

09.30

Thursday 3 November 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset