taceo

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A Review of 'E2 Community Developments Newsletter, Summer 2007'

OK, yeah, I'm evilrooster, and I'm not really here. It's not rocket science to figure out my email address.

A response to Philip Larkin's No Road (Google it), which is what I felt when I left.

Since we declared the road betwen us closed
And let the gates be covered by the vine
That grows between the trees, and seems to twine
Around the very sunbeams, I supposed
You went on very well without me here.
I'd come through once before, and found the place
So little changed, the well-remembered space
As painful as before, and still as dear.
Today, the vines are withered in the frost,
The wall-stones slick and chilly on my hands
As, pausing at the top, I see it stands
Unchanged outside, but all its comfort lost.
And then I slide back down, for now I know
The road remains, but there's nowhere to go.