RM (17/07/1949 / SYDNEY)

The Street

Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.
Everything dark and doorless,
only my steps aware of me,
I turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me : nobody.

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Here is a long and silent street. what a poem.
Everything dark and doorless, only my steps aware of me, I turning and turning among these corners which lead forever to the street great wrote great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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