30 May 2008


(A bit of Imagism to help us on our way tonight.)


The chimneys, rank on rank,
Cut the clear sky;
The moon,
With a rag of gauze about her loins
Poses among them, an awkward Venus -

And here am I looking wantonly at her
Over the kitchen sink.

Richard Aldington

1 comment:

the mother of this lot said...

Poor you! You have my permission to leave the pots unwashed and go and gaze wantonly at the moon!