Circumstances, families, And the stare of foreign eyes. IV Strange Meetings Often we must entertain, Join the family; and, once inside, V Eyes float along the surface, trailing Where VI Oh, how reluctantly some people learn To hold their bones together, with what toil Breathe and are moved, as though they would return, How gladly, and be crumbled into soil! They knock their groping bodies on the stones, VII-BIRTH One night when I was in the House of Death Before I heard that shriek I had not known VIII It is difficult to tell IX Strange Meetings A flower is looking through the ground, Blinking in the April weather; Now a child has seen the flower: Now they go and play together. Now it seems the flower would speak, They don't recognize each other. X How did you enter that body? Why are you here? Over the brim—and you looked for me. I am startled to find you. How suddenly ΧΙ London is big, I know, is big: London is great, is great, of course: XII I often stood by my open gate Watching the passing crowd with no surprise; I had not ever used my eyes for hate Till they met your eyes. I don't believe this road was meant for you, I don't quite know what I am meant to do XIII Memory opens; memory closes. It remembers everything: It finds the honey for the bee: Harold Monro |