By Unknown
GERONTION
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.
I am,
waiting for rain.
I was hot
in the warm
deep in the salt
My house is a
house,
the window sill,
patched and peeled
in the field
Rocks, moss,
iron,
the kitchen,
tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
wonders.
a word,
Swaddled with darkness.
In May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering