Saturday, 27 August 2011

On the Appointment of Rudolf Eucken to the Chair of Philosophy

Slowly he fades,
His voice, some words,
From a streetlamp,
Its white face
Hanging free.

“Goodbye…” you hear
To the sound
Of footsteps
On cobbled stones.

How it surrounds you
In this street
You no longer see.

But you wait still,
Under a light
Far too weak
To illuminate this night
Around you.

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