Empty Room, A S J Tessimond

Found at the ever wonderful First Known When Lost

 

Empty Room

The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
The clock’s voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,
Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone.

But time flows through the room, light flows through the room
Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling
Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire,
Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper.

A. S. J. Tessimond, The Walls of Glass (Methuen 1934)

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