I know my simile’s weak but still
I insist these old houses are like old people
In one aspect at least—finding themselves alone
They fall silent,
And wait and wait and wait
Till they find themselves falling,
Falling into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
Vassilis,
ReplyDeleteMoving statement of an all too familiar sentiment.
We've lived in, and left behind, so many old houses... the present one, a century old and as full of groans and ghosts as the ancient inhabitants.
One leaves the material structures, like all material things, behind; but as you suggest, there is a kind of silent waiting spirit in them.
And one does return in dreams... but then of course it is always Late.
I hope for renovation...at least some new flooring, and maybe a different colour scheme.
ReplyDeleteWait long enough gentlemen and I guarantee The Great Renovator will come crashing through the skylight with plans guaranteed to floor us!
ReplyDeleteThe Great Renovator is always giving the universe a makeover.
ReplyDeleteAnd the poets, in the great world night, what do they do about it?
"...finding themselves alone/ They fall silent..."
Meanwhile, another kind of celestial Renovator does another makeover on an unsuspecting resident poet.
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