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| John Berger |
LEAVINGS
by John Berger
Brightest guests have gone
Green furnishings are down,
Shadeless light condones
Black frost on window panes.
Where lovers and grasses
Spent their seeds
Over iron crevices
Ice now makes the beds.
Yet indulge no regret.
Mouse eye of robin,
Creeping silence,
These cautious lines,
Bear witness still
In their circumvention
To the constant
Tenancy of man.
1956/57
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