Saturday, 31 October 2009

Poem

Dionysus bangs his bucket at the locked door.
I send down a maid to explain I cannot see him
And she does not return.

Soon the clank starts up again. I down my pencil
And, cautious for my son, who is intrigued,
I go myself, and do not return.

Wynn Wheldon

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