Thursday, August 9, 2012
Winter Night Comments
Rating: ★3.1
My house is poor; those that I love have left me;
My body is sick; I cannot join the feast.
There is not a living soul before my eyes
As I lie alone locked in my cottage room.
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Ross Curtin
28 April 2019
the thoughts of the (once again) banished civil servant - vivid, poignant.
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7/31/2025 2:23:26 PM # 1.0.0
My broken lamp burns with a feeble flame; My tattered curtains are crooked and do not meet. 'Tsek, tsek' on the door-step and window-sill Again I hear the new snow fall. A very fine poem and thoughts. tony