new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


Persephone in Winter
 

Slum Dawning
 
 
Behind the grey slum cottages, chipped bowls
Of life set out for starveling’s crust and sup,
I watched along espaliered shadow-rows
The dawn in thin bare cherry-slips come up;

Flush in a moment pink; as swiftly drop
That petallage, and turn a glowing side
To be devoured by some wakeful child,
Face pressed against gold panes, and hungry-eyed.
 


 


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Last updated 24 September, 2003