Quietly they stamp the damp air from
their frames
Then take up positions underneath
their coats
Stiff sleeves in pockets
Tilted, as if caught on the dark
twigs behind them
In passing attitudes of death
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the scene of this poem seems very cold...i like the repeated "amp" sound in the first line...it makes me think of the steadiness of traffic passing...the other imagery is well done, though i must admit the last line has me a wee bit perplexed..."attitudes of death", it is probably just my mind missing something, but i can not work that out....it's an interesting idea though...
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Thanks. I had in mind Rimbaud's "Danse Macabre". Where he thinks of several men on the gallows bouncing in their nooses, as revellers in a surreal jig.
I was trying to use the frozen state as a temporary, contemplative muse on death. Stuck on the twigs, was to imply being caught or suspended, raised up in a moment of fleeting transcendance.
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