Friday, April 3, 2009
The Night City
"Midnight. I hear the moon
Light chiming on St Paul's.
The City is empty. Night
Watchmen are drinking their tea.
The Fire had burnt out.
The Plague's pits had closed
And gone into literature.
Between the big buildings
I sat like a flea crouched
In the stopped works of a watch."
- 'The Night City'
W.S. Graham
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