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My shadow
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
And the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
In the early light in my room high over London.
What fear was it that made the wind sound like a fire
So that I got up and looked out half-asleep
At the calm rows of street-lights fading far below?
Without fire
Only the wind blew.
But in the dream I woke from, you
Came running through the traffic, tugging me, clinging
To my elbow, your eyes spoke
What I could not grasp
Nothing, if you were here!

The wind of the early quiet
Merges slowly now with a thousand rolling wheels.
The lights are out, the air is loud.
It is an ordinary January day.
My shadow, do you hear the streets?
Are you at my heels? Are you here?
And I throw back the sheets.

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Poem Absence - Edwin Morgan