Treasure Island

David Gascoyne

(10 October 1916 - 25 November 2001 / London / England)

The End Is Near The Beginning


Yes you have said enough for the time being
There will be plenty of lace later on
Plenty of electric wool
And you will forget the eglantine
Growing around the edge of the green lake
And if you forget the colour of my hands
You will remember the wheels of the chair
In which the wax figure resembling you sat

Several men are standing on the pier
Unloading the sea
The device on the trolly says MOTHER'S MEAT
Which means Until the end.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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