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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