Alf's Final Friday Poetry Corner

[scotspine]

sae, ye goons, wha aften here
hae toastit cakes tae katies beer
gin e'er yer days hae seen their peer
sae blithe, sae daft,
ye'll ne'er again in life's career
sit half sae saft


yep, what's up alf?

[chef]

final friday poetry corner??

what's up alf?

[AlfredJPruffock]

Hey - Alf !

Whit ??

Time - is Passing

Time for you and Time for me - when the Sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk



LET us go then, You and I

When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells

Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question


Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.


And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes

There will be Time

There will be time

To prepare a face
to meet the faces that you meet

There will be Time
to Murder
and
create

And Time
for all the works and days of hands
That lift and
drop a question on your plate

Time for you and Time for me

And Time
yet for a hundred indecisions

And for a hundred visions
and revisions


Before the Taking of a Toast and Tea.


TS Elliot dedicatd to the memory of my dear friend Fleet