Richard George - A Walking Sadness

Richard George - A Walking Sadness

The Euston Road. April. Night. br Of all these London numberless br I love one: br my old shoes pound her name, br Lorna. Lorna. br Poet's shoes. br Now I SEE faces pass, br projected on her photoplay br for not being Lorna: br I have never felt this living, br thirty and a day br in artificial light and rain br and windscreen tear-blink.


User: PoemHunter.com

Views: 2

Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:42

Your Page Title