Wednesday, 18 January 2017

The Noise of Time ...



I'm reading Julian Barnes' The Noise of Time

I know that I, too, would wait for the lift doors to open, that my name would be on a policeman's list - 

Men smoking Belomory cigarettes would enter the hallway - 

The fearful city would be silent - 

The moon would stop moving across the sky - 

I'd remember a basement bar with a fringed light shade - 

I'd murmur the words of a vodka toast - 

One to hear

One to remember 

And one to drink - 


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Wednesday 18 January 2017

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset



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