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An Urban Convalescence

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Out for a walk, after a week in bed,
I find them tearing up part of my block
And, chilled through, dazed and lonely, join the dozen
In meek attitudes, watching a huge crane
Fumble luxuriously in the filth of years.
Her jaws dribble rubble. An old man
Laughs and curses in her brain,
Bringing to mind the close of The White Goddess.

As usual in New York, everything is torn down

Before you have had time to care for it.
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M Asim Nehal 19 December 2015

But the dull need to make some kind of house Out of the life lived, out of the love spent.

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