Is it you I see go by the window, Jim Larkin-you not looking
at me nor any one,
And your shadow swaying from East to West?
Strange that you should be walking free-you shut down without light,
And your legs tied up with a knot of iron.
One hundred million men and women go inevitably about their affairs,
In the somnolent way
Of men before a great drunkenness….
They do not see you go by their windows, Jim Larkin,
With your eyes bloody as the sunset
And your shadow gaunt upon the sky…
You, and the like of you, that life
Is crushing for their frantic wines.
To Larkin
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: life, light, sky, sunset, women, great, iron, walking, strange, window, shadow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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