My shadow --
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
and the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
in the early light in my room high over London.
What fear was it that made the wind sound like a fire
so that I got up and looked out half-asleep
at the calm rows of street-lights fading far below?
Only the wind blew.
But in the dream I woke from, you
came running through the traffic, tugging me, clinging
to my elbow, your eyes spoke
what I could not grasp --
Nothing, if you were here!
The wind of the early quiet
merges slowly now with a thousand rolling wheels.
The lights are out, the air is loud.
It is an ordinary January day.
My shadow, do you hear the streets?
Are you at my heels? Are you here?
And I throw back the sheets.
Edwin Morgan's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Absence by Edwin Morgan )
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
- WH Auden
William Ernest Henley
(1849 - 1902)
(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974)
- Francis Duggan
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1930 - 1998)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963)
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Multicultural Day, Francis Duggan
- OCEAN RANGER DISASTER, verna ralph
- In Praise Of Limestone, WH Auden
- A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
- First Love, John Clare
- Touched by an Angel, Maya Angelou
- Mushrooms, Sylvia Plath