From somewhere north
Siberia-way,
The winter wind, cold and mean,
Like a frigid leaf-blower,
Sweeps the park lanes clean...
And the benches
Where lovers sat together,
Are emptied by
The ice-cruel weather
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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