A Christmas Ballad
In anguish unaccountable the steady ship that burns at dark, the small shy streetlamp of the night, floats out of Alexander Park in the exhaustion of dull bricks. Like a pale-yellow, tiny rose, it drifts along, past lovers’ heads and walkers’ feet. In anguish unaccountable sleep-walkers, drunkards, float like bees. A stranger sadly snaps a [...]