You haunt me . . .

Spookier in the BIG size

 

Interestingness - Top 500 (October 31, 2007 #256)

 

Since I lost you I am silence-haunted,

Sounds wave their little wings

A moment, then in weariness settle

On the flood that soundless swings.

 

Whether the people in the street

Like pattering ripples go by,

Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs

With a loud, hoarse sigh:

 

Or the wind shakes a ravel of light

Over the dead-black river,

Or night's last echoing

Makes the daybreak shiver:

 

I feel the silence waiting

To take them all up again

In its vast completeness, enfolding

The sound of men.

--D.H. Lawrence

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