Martin Carter

Rookie (1927-1997 / Guyana)

Bare Night Without Comfort - Poem by Martin Carter

In a bare night without comfort
stood like an infant hearing a drum:
Shadows and green grass spinning
but clutched at a world without nearing

Like dark ball rising from nothing
hurling curse at me and full of scorn:
Bare night without comfort
stood like an infant hearing a drum.


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  • Rookie - 40 Points Ashraful Musaddeq (5/25/2009 1:13:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem,10++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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