Case Départ?
Click here to return to the article...

Suburbs on a Hazy Day
Suburbs on a Hazy Day, by D.H. Lawrence

O STIFFLY shapen houses that change not, 
  What conjuror’s cloth was thrown across you, and raised 
To show you thus transfigured, changed, 
  Your stuff all gone, your menace almost rased? 
Such resolute shapes, so harshly set         5
  In hollow blocks and cubes deformed, and heaped 
In void and null profusion, how is this? 
  In what strong aqua regia now are you steeped? 
That you lose the brick-stuff out of you 
  And hover like a presentment, fading faint  10
And vanquished, evaporate away 
  To leave but only the merest possible taint! 

© 1995-2007 All rights reserved.