Thursday, July 07, 2005

For London

An excerpt from an Edith Sitwell poem written in 1940 during the London Blitz:
Still falls the Rain---
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet
Lord! Two thousand and five nails now.

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