Larkin' In The Library - Poem by Christopher Salle
Time to hang the coat on the hook,
obey the Librarians rule and look
at the roaring darkness till dawn.
Perhaps through blinding night it chimes:
Aubade is worth two lifetimes of
rummaging for a philosophy of death.
There, is the Poetry of protest lost
to the generation weary of cost,
rushing ever nearer to the un-examined end;
where all days collide and darkness brims
he gladly sucked through thickest rims
into the ever decreasing circle of his eye.
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