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Ordinary people are peculiar too: Watch the vagrant in their eyes Who sneaks away while they are talking with you Into some black wood behind the skull, Following un-, or other, realities, Fishing for shadows in a pool. But sometimes the vagrant comes the other way Out of their eyes and into yours, Having mistaken you perhaps for yesterday Or for tomorrow night, a wood in which He may pick up among the pine-needles and burrs The lost purse, the dropped stitch. Vagrancy however is forbidden; ordinary men Soon come back to normal, look you straight In the eyes as if to say 'It will not happen again', Put up a barrage of common sense to baulk Intimacy but by mistake interpolate Swear-words like roses in their talk.
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- Writers
- Louis MacNeice