John Whitworth: The Song of the House
The Song of the House
This is the song of the house,
of the gleam that is gone,
Gone in the trail of the mouse,
in the dream that is fallen.
Gone in the tale of the rise
and the set of the sun,
Gone in the pale of the sighs
of the ghost that is calling.
This is the ghost in the air
of the people forgotten.
This is the how and the where
and the why and the what and
The fell of the fire and the flame
in the moan and the mutter,
This the ineffable name
of the words we unutter.
These are the sighs in the house,
unweeting, unwitten,
Whose silences speak to the mouse
of the boundless unwritten.
This is the soul of the set
and the rise of the moon,
And the scroll of the last cigarette
in the vast picayune.
John Whitworth
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