In The Midnight Hour

Poem By Adrian Henri

When we meet
in the midnight hour
country girl
I will bring you night flowers
coloured like your eyes
in the moonlight
in the midnight
hour

I remember

Your cold hand
held for a moment among strangers
held for a moment among dripping trees
in the midnight hour

I remember

Your eyes coloured like the autumn landscape
walking down muddy lanes
watching sheep eating yellow roses
walking in city squares in winter rain
kissing in darkened hallways
walking in empty suburban streets
saying goodnight in deserted alleyways

in the midnight hour

Andy Williams singing `We'll keep a Welcome in the
Hillsides' for us
When I meet you at the station
The Beatles singing `We Can Work it Out' with James
Ensor at the harmonium
Rita Hayworth in a nightclub singing `Arcade Mia'

I will send you armadas
of love vast argosies of flowers
in the midnight hour
country girl

when we meet

in the moonlight
midnight
hour
country girl

I will bring you

yellow
white
eyes
bright
moon
light
mid
night
flowers
in the midnight hour.

Comments about In The Midnight Hour

beautiful and enjoyable
I came across this poem when studying my O levels in Bristol library and fell in love with its sounds and romance..The poem I finally selected to analyse and recite was The hollow men by TS Eliott. However, for forty years I have had some of the words of Henri´s poem in my mind at different times.Now rereading it I wish there had been more timeless references to music to make it more relevant to my current pupils but I have a deep fondness still and love to read it aloud to myself.
When we meet with the muse of love. Nice work.


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