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Friday, 3 May 2013

The House by Robin Skelton

This is the house
in which the words

are walls, are furniture,
are doors and cushions,

and in which the paintings,
chairs and rugs

are words, and all the words
stand in a circle

round the changing moment.
But when you enter,

opening the rhetoric
of the door,

seeing round you
vocabularies of sculpture,

libraries of sound,
do not assume

this is exclusively
a house of language;

think rather that it is
a place where love

has struggled to discover
what it means

and made these words
to hold you till it knows.

From: Skelton, Robin, In This Poem I Am: Selected Poetry of Robin Skelton / edited and introduced by Harold Rhenisch, 2008, Dundurn Press: Toronto, p. 19.

Date: 1995

By: Robin Skelton (1925-1997)