Where do the wrecks of our children lie????????????????????????????????
Lukewarm as a silent draught in saturated heads
Yellowed in smoothness
of apples with silk so ancient and in vermouth
so cheap
mixed with the chlorine water of the city
where do the wrecks of our children lie
lukewarm
& yellowy
& tremulous
just like an archangel's gesture
which we use for forcing them to leave us
for ages or for never
Yes, our expelled white and green and yellow cry
thirstily yells in the desert of bedsheets
and with the skin in a sweat up to our neck
we struggle for that smell in the air with beginning
of decay
which belongs to our
doubled loneliness
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Where do the wrecks of our children lie????????????????????????????????
Lukewarm as a silent draught in saturated heads
Yellowed in smoothness
of apples with silk so ancient and in vermouth
so cheap
mixed with the chlorine water of the city
where do the wrecks of our children lie
lukewarm
& yellowy
& tremulous
just like an archangel's gesture
which we use for forcing them to leave us
for ages or for never
Yes, our expelled white and green and yellow cry
thirstily yells in the desert of bedsheets
and with the skin in a sweat up to our neck
we struggle for that smell in the air with beginning
of decay
which belongs to our
doubled loneliness
From Stop-time (published 1969)