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William Ernest Henley

Gloucester / England
William Ernest Henley
Gloucester / England
Monday, April 12, 2010

Interior

Rating: 2.6
The gaunt brown walls
Look infinite in their decent meanness.
There is nothing of home in the noisy kettle,
The fulsome fire.

The atmosphere
Suggests the trail of a ghostly druggist.
Dressings and lint on the long, lean table -
Whom are they for?

The patients yawn,
Or lie as in training for shroud and coffin.
A nurse in the corridor scolds and wrangles.
It's grim and strange.

Far footfalls clank.
The bad burn waits with his head unbandaged.
My neighbour chokes in the clutch of chloral . . .
O, a gruesome world!
William Ernest Henley
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* Sunprincess * 18 November 2015
....nicely penned...love the way this is written ?
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