Saturday 23 November 2013

Men of Straw/Hollow Men (from Poundbury to Maiden Castle)




We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar...

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
   Not with a bang but a whimper.


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I passed these two guys on my way to Maiden Castle. 
On my way back, I felt sure that they moved their heads:










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