Item Dublin Coretag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom2026-05-28T02:18:31+01:00adminniwa@bt48.com1315Greacen015Wednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17Unpublished PoemsGreacen Estate19 JanLinen Hall LibraryWednesday, March 16, 2016TIFFGreacen015ManuscriptA London SeptemberEnglishhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen015Linen Hall LibraryLinen Hall LibraryAttribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SAhttps://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen015_0.jpgLHL ArchiveA London Septembet
Slabs of grey light fa11 earthward
On paths brown-carpeted and crisp,
That crackle underfoot at every step.
Autumn rides back a gold-red, sober queen.
Fall that we know so well, yet so endlessly new!
We talk and walk under a temperate sun,
Wishing for short silence; absence of fear,
If only for a time; a cooling of the hot blood
Of violence, wanting authority only to leave us in peace
To stroll and chat under the leaf-thinned trees,
Happy are children playing outside time's shutters -
And mindless, too, of our blood-red hands.
TextWednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17