Gedicht
Gerard Smyth
You and I
You and I
You and I
That old keepsake of yours, the troll-facedoll stares at me from across the room.
I am in its gaze, unable to avoid the wicked grin.
The heating system makes cooling-down noises.
We doze and dream. There is no connection
between the dream and what happens in life.
The drumbeat walk of rain on the roof
keeps a steady rhythm, like afterhours music.
Soon the gale will be everywhere –
it can pass through the eye of a needle
or move heaven nearer to earth.
Once more the quieter sounds strive to be heard:
skinflakes dropping, soapy water dripping
from dresses and shirts. We lie still expecting a pause
in the movement that carries life forward.
© 2002, Gerard Smyth
From: Daytime Sleeper
Publisher: Dedalus, Dublin
From: Daytime Sleeper
Publisher: Dedalus, Dublin
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You and I
That old keepsake of yours, the troll-facedoll stares at me from across the room.
I am in its gaze, unable to avoid the wicked grin.
The heating system makes cooling-down noises.
We doze and dream. There is no connection
between the dream and what happens in life.
The drumbeat walk of rain on the roof
keeps a steady rhythm, like afterhours music.
Soon the gale will be everywhere –
it can pass through the eye of a needle
or move heaven nearer to earth.
Once more the quieter sounds strive to be heard:
skinflakes dropping, soapy water dripping
from dresses and shirts. We lie still expecting a pause
in the movement that carries life forward.
From: Daytime Sleeper
You and I
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