Thursday, 8 December 2016

Twilight Babylon ...





I looked down upon the city like Damiel -

The wind carried voices from the towers and riverside - 

The sky was filled with ancient clouds - 

High windows reflected the setting sun - 

Before me was a twilight Babylon - 

Pilgrims crossed the bridges over the dark river - 

They carried their souls in their pockets or on a ribbon around their necks -

In the galleries there were stones shaped by dead hands - 
 
As night fell, the towers began to blaze with light - 

The cold water of the river flowed past bright feasts - 

A wheel turned in the sky - 

Fallen leaves were fragments of wings upon the pavement - 


17.15
Monday 28 November 2016

Switch House
Tate Modern
South Bank
London




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