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‘Oh the mind, mind has mountains.’ Gerard Manley Hopkins


Death ends but not every day dies with sleep.

Engines grind down at the darkened cross roads –

passengers tilt forward, cargoes shift –

then – headlights sweeping the room’s bare walls,

slashing the night – accelerate out of reach:

goods secured, people insouciant.


In the silence, in the empty stillness

that follows, I am awake, restless, waiting

then nightmared. I cannot control, resist –

whatever they are – ordinary thoughts,

admonishing angels, sheer demons. They

scale me, plunge me… Next day, all day, I feel

I have been in madness.




© Copyright David Selzer
1 Response
  • John Huddart
    May 1, 2014

    The first line one of the best, with shades of Donne, or Shakespeare, or all of them Jacobean masters! Actually the haunting night of verse two has been well prepared for in this line alone, because those guys too knew all about devils and demons.

    So the shuddering vehicles at the crossroads are both real and imagined [a fine verse], and controlled – but the effect of verse two shatters – and the last line, broken in spirit and unfinished in rhthym – is equally fitting and right.

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