| The Wall... Robert Graves... |
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A towering wall divides your house fom mine You alone hold the key to the hidden door That gives you secret passage, north to south, Changing unrecognisably as you go. The south side borders on my cherry orchard Which, when you see, you smile upon and bless. The north side I am never allowed to visit; Your northern self I must not even greet, nor would you welcome me if I stole through. |
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I have a single self, which never alters And which you love more than the whole world Though you fetch nothing for me from the north And can bring nothing back. To be a poet Is to have no wall parting his domain, never to change. Whenever you stand by me You are the Queen of poets, and my judge- Yet you return to play the Mameluke Speaking a language alien to our own. |
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