House On A Cliff – Louis MacNeice

tableau vivant

    Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
    The winking signal on the waste of sea.
    Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
    Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.

    Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
    The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
    While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
    The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.

    Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
    The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
    Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
    Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.

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