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.
Plz give the summary of the poem absence
please give the summary of the poem absence
Very nice, Thanks for sharing.
beautifully written... Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Who is the girl standing in the dark? A life without you, a life with you, the feelings of man haunting man or when he is lonely, all alone. It is absence which but twitches us sometimes; it is absence which but one feels it sometimes. My shadow, do you hear the streets? My presence, do you feel it?