I work all day, and get half-drunk
Waking at four to soundless dark,
In time the curtain-edges will gro
Till then I see what’s really alw
Unresting death, a whole day neare

My mother, who hates thunder storm
Holds up each summer day and shake
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape—dark clouds are lurking t
But when the August weather break

Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun

This empty street, this sky to bla
This air, a little indistinct with
Like a reflection, constitute the
A time traditionally soured,
A time unrecommended by event.

Once I believed in you,
And then you came,
Unquestionably new, as fame
Had said you were. But that was l
You launched no argument,

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s fucking her and she
Taking pills or wearing a diaphrag
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all th

Walking around in the park
Should feel better than work:
The lake, the sunshine,
The grass to lie on,
Blurred playground noises

Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro

Standing under the fobbed
Impendent belly of Time
Tell me the truth, I said,
Teach me the way things go.
All the other lads there

Light spreads darkly downwards fro
Clusters of lights over empty chai
That face each other, coloured dif
Through open doors, the dining—roo
A larger loneliness of knives and