“Now and then the clumps of people raised the cheer of the gratefully oppressed.”
– James Joyce, Dubliners
“Now and then the clumps of people raised the cheer of the gratefully oppressed.”
– James Joyce, Dubliners
For example:
the wind, making its changes
beyond the glass of the window
and a couple of voices in the wind
of people walking up the hill
below my block of flats
and I can hear words being said
but I can’t hear what
those word consist of
as they’re caught up
and jerked into different shapes
in the undivided continuation,
like the shapes sheets make
as they tug against their pegs
from the bending line.