Harold Pinter Poems

I was dead and now I live
You took my hand

I blindly died
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It is the dead of night,

The long dead look out towards
The new dead
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And after noon the well-dressed creatures come
To sniff among the dead
And have their lunch
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I felt soft fingers at my throat
It seemed someone was strangling me

The lips were hard as they were sweet
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God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.
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The lights glow.
What will happen next?

Night has fallen.
The rain stops.
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They have forgotten how to die
And so extend their killing life.
I and my tumour dearly fight.
Let's hope a double death is out.
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Death may be ageing
But he still has clout
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That you did barter
And consort with her.
That you did ash
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The three whales of Aran
Humped in the sun's teeth,
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