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House On A Cliff
(12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963 / Belfast)

House On A Cliff

Poem By Louis Macneice

Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.

Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.

Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.

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Comments (5)

alone is the greatest pain and han to discover that no one really believes me or what / no point in making a point
Fantastic flight of imagery with equally fantastic style of presentation. Thanks for sharing it here.
That was very original and very well-done
hmmmm refreshing and heart warming
The silent moon! Seeing to the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.