This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
'You are distant, you are already leaving'
You are distant, you are already leaving
You will have seemed here only between trains
And we are met here in the time of waiting
And what you last want is our eyes on you.
We shall have said nothing, we shall have done
Nothing in all that meantime there will
Have been not one gift pleasing us
You will have looked away and only behind
The pane of glass taking your seat with strangers
...
You will have seemed here only between trains
And we are met here in the time of waiting
And what you last want is our eyes on you.
We shall have said nothing, we shall have done
Nothing in all that meantime there will
Have been not one gift pleasing us
You will have looked away and only behind
The pane of glass taking your seat with strangers
...
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