Rooms
Charlotte Mew
1869 to 1928
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The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,
The little damp room with the seaweed smell,
Rooms where for good or for ill—things died.
But there is the room where we (two) lie dead,
I remember rooms that have had their part
In the steady slowing down of the heart.
Out there in the sun—in the rain.
Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as well seem to sleep again
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—
As we shall somewhere in the other quieter, dustier bed