“In the steady slowing down of the heart”

I remember rooms that have had their part

In the steady slowing down of the heart;

The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,

The little damp room with the seaweed smell

And the ceaseless maddening sound of the tide –

Rooms where for good or for ill, things died;

But there is the room where we two lie dead

Though every morning we seem to wake, and might just as well seem to sleep again

As we shall some day in the other dustier quieter bed

Out there – in the sun – in the rain.

By Charlotte Mew

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Sistersole x

 

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