Amelia
Rookie
- Banned
- #981
I WILL LEAVE THIS HOUSE
I will leave this house, being tired of this house
And too much talk;
I will walk down to the sea where the wind blows
The waves to chalk,
And the sand scratches like a silver mouse...
I will leave everything here and walk.
I do not know why grass like golden leather
Whipped into strings
Should quiet the heart, or why this autumn weather,
This salt that stings
My eyes and eyelids should heal me altogether -
I do not know the reason for such things.
I only know that here are walls that harden
The eyes and brain;
I only know words hiss and hurt and pardon -
Only to hurt again;
And that the sea is like Death's emerald garden
Dripping with silver wind and silver rain.
Joseph Auslander
I will leave this house, being tired of this house
And too much talk;
I will walk down to the sea where the wind blows
The waves to chalk,
And the sand scratches like a silver mouse...
I will leave everything here and walk.
I do not know why grass like golden leather
Whipped into strings
Should quiet the heart, or why this autumn weather,
This salt that stings
My eyes and eyelids should heal me altogether -
I do not know the reason for such things.
I only know that here are walls that harden
The eyes and brain;
I only know words hiss and hurt and pardon -
Only to hurt again;
And that the sea is like Death's emerald garden
Dripping with silver wind and silver rain.
Joseph Auslander