Walk Now

January 8th, 2012

Through the Valley of the Shadow

One Response to “Walk Now”

  1. Alun Says:

    Take telegraph wires, a lonely moor,
    And fit them together. The thing comes alive in your ear.

    Towns whisper to towns over the heather.
    But the wires cannot hide from the weather.

    So oddly, so daintily made
    It is picked up and played.

    Such unearthly airs
    The ear hears, and whithers!

    In the revolving ballroom of space,
    Bowed over the moor, a bright face

    Draws out of telegraph wires the tones
    That empty human bones.

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