Lola Ridge

To Larkin

Is it you I see go by the window, Jim Larkin’€”you not looking
    at me nor any one,
 And your shadow swaying from East to West?
 Strange that you should be walking free’€”you shut down without light,
 And your legs tied up with a knot of iron.
 One hundred million men and women go inevitably about their affairs,
 In the somnolent way
 Of men before a great drunkenness’€¦.
 They do not see you go by their windows, Jim Larkin,
 With your eyes bloody as the sunset
 And your shadow gaunt upon the sky’€¦
 You, and the like of you, that life
 Is crushing for their frantic wines.
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