Muir Holburn - Selected Poems

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SPECTRES:

 

III.

 

BASIL MY BOARDER

 

 

 

 

When Basil my Boarder quite suddenly put

His brush and his comb on my bathroom shelf

without invitation, my mind spun to soot,

And I trembled in terror in spite of myself.

 

Why did he do it? On the sagging rack

Stands brush upon comb in a monstrous inversion

Alongside my talcum. I fear that I lack

Force to withstand such an act of assertion.

 

 

 

 

 

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