I Know the Place

August 15, 2006 at 5:19 pm 1 comment

Harold Pinter

Listen

I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do
Corrects the space
Between death and me
And you.

[blackmamba]

Entry filed under: Black Mamba, English, Harold Pinter, Prose Writers. Tags: .

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Anon  |  August 15, 2006 at 11:50 pm

    You should consider reposting the poem from Gitanjali because it is the Indian Independence Day today

    Reply

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