Thursday, January 18, 2007

Another Westminster Bridge

go and glimpse the lovely inattentive water/ discarding the gaze of many a bored street walker/
where the weather trespasses into strip-lit offices/ through tiny windows into tiny thoughts and authorities/
and the soft beseeching tapping of typewriters/
take hold of a breath-width instant, stare/ at water which is already elsewhere/
in a scrapwork of flashes and glittery flutters/ and regular waves of apparently motionless motion/
under the teetering structures of administration/
where a million shut-away eyes glance once/ restlessly at the river’s ruts and glints/
count five, then wander swiftly/ away over the stone wing-bone of the city. (written by Alice Oswald )

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i love this poem.