Monday, September 3, 2012

Tea.

When the elephant's-ear in the park
Shrivelled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp-light fell
On shining pillows,
Of sea-shades and sky-shades
Like umbrellas in Java.

With eyes wide shut
I drink until
My cup overfloweth
Pages dog-eared, I
Cannot
Get enough.

No comments:

Post a Comment