CITY LIGHTS Poem by Gerrit Komrij

CITY LIGHTS



An open space of square. Night's fallen fast.
The whole day long I've walked down narrow alleys
Where dazedly I've thought about my past:
Ash, dust and sawdust - such a woeful tally.

An open space, at last. A chiming bell.
Like some old etching lies the city square,
With scores of alleys drawn into its spell.
Arch, gateway, statue - everything is there.

The gleaming marble's listlessly approached.
The moon is full - does her awaited stint.
An owl hoots. Distant barking's faintly broached.
I see my mother standing on the plinth.

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