قصيدة The Chalk Pit
Is this the road that climbs above and bends Round what was once a chalk-pit: now it is .By accident an amphitheatre
Is this the road that climbs above and bends Round what was once a chalk-pit: now it is .By accident an amphitheatre
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die