Monday, 4 September 2017

STEPHEN SPENDER”S THE ROOM ABOVE THE SQUARE



The light in the window seemed perpetual
Where you stayed in the high room for me;
It flowered above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.

The light is fallen and you are hidden
In sun bright peninsulas of the sword:
Torn like leaves through Europe is the peace
Which through me flowed

Now I climb alone to the dark room
Which hangs above the square
Where among stones and roots the other

Peaceful lovers are.

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