Poem by Charlotte Mary Mew

The Road to Kerity

Do you remember the two old people we passed
on the road to Kerity,
Resting their sack on the stones, by the drenched wayside,
Looking at us with their lightless eyes
through the driving rain, and then out again
To the rocks, and the long white line of the tide:
Frozen ghosts that were children once,
husband and wife, father, and mother,
Looking at us with those frozen eyes;
have you ever seen anything quite so chilled
or so old?
But we - with our arms about each other,
We did not feel the cold! 

1. May 1915
2. The Narrow Door
3. Monsieur Qui Passe
4. On the Road to the Sea
5. In Nunhead Cemetary

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