Wiedersehen In Howards End Poem by Leslie Philibert

Wiedersehen In Howards End



Rome.Open city.
Unreal with paling light.
Singular with stone and ochre.
Gods dyed with dust,
the unquiet dead corded
with white marble.

Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief.

My hotel. Forster. Only connect.
Words cool and dry,
the idea of a lost kingdom...

Far from the noise of this,
in shade, under pines.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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