Bare Night Without Comfort - Martin Carter
January 25th, 2008 | by Voice of Guyana | published in Poetic Junction
In a bare night without comfort
stood like an infant hearing a drum:
Shadows and green grass spinning
but clutched at a world without nearingLike dark ball rising from nothing
hurling curse at me and full of scorn:
Bare night without comfort
stood like an infant hearing a drum.
Martin Carter in The Kind Eagle (1952)