by William Empson
It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
The more things happen to you the more you can't
Tell or remember even what they were.
The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.
1 comment:
I wonder who or what was at the end of that?
You have a marvellous eye for picture and word.
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