Rosemary Tonks Poems
|1.||A Few Sentences Away||5/12/2014|
|2.||Addiction To An Old Mattress||5/8/2014|
|3.||An Old-Fashioned Traveller On The Trade Routes||5/8/2014|
|4.||Badly Chosen Lover||5/8/2014|
|5.||Black Kief And The Intellectual||5/8/2014|
|8.||Epoch Of The Hotel Corridor||5/8/2014|
|11.||Orpheus In Soho||5/8/2014|
|12.||Song Of The October Wind||5/8/2014|
|13.||Story Of A Hotel Room||5/8/2014|
|14.||The Desert Wind Elite||5/8/2014|
|15.||The Drinkers Of Coffee||5/8/2014|
|16.||The Ice-Cream Room Towns||5/8/2014|
|17.||The Little Cardboard Suitcase||5/8/2014|
|18.||The Sash Window||5/8/2014|
|19.||The Sofas, Fogs, And Cinemas||5/8/2014|
|20.||To A Certain Young Man||5/8/2014|
Comments about Rosemary Tonks
Story Of A Hotel Room
Thinking we were safe-insanity!
We went in to make love. All the same
Idiots to trust the little hotel bedroom.
Then in the gloom…
…And who does not know that pair of shutters
With all the awkward hook on them
All screeching whispers? Very well then, in the gloom
We set about acquiring one another
Urgently! But on a temporary basis
Only as guests-just guests of one another's senses.
But idiots to feel so safe you hold back nothing
Because the bed of cold, electric linen
Happens to be illicit…
To make love as well as that is ruinous.
The Sash Window
Outside that house, I stood like a dog;
The window was mysterious, with its big, dull pane
Where the mud pastes are thrown by dark, alkaline skies
That glide slowly along, keeping close to the ground.
- But for the raging disgust which shook me
So that my throat was scratched by her acid
(Whose taste is the true Latin of culture) -