This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 1 Number 1, 1973.
The Landlord
The Landlord
The landlord turns in his sleep, hearing a footfall
somewhere on a stair,
deep in the spiralled hollows of his ear.
His heart returns like a pendulum in the dark.
Mentally, mentally he inspects the attic:
his dreams are hung like dustsheets on a chair,
his keys are hanging on a nail,
...
The landlord turns in his sleep, hearing a footfall
somewhere on a stair,
deep in the spiralled hollows of his ear.
His heart returns like a pendulum in the dark.
Mentally, mentally he inspects the attic:
his dreams are hung like dustsheets on a chair,
his keys are hanging on a nail,
...
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