Interior
William Ernest Henley
The gaunt brown walls Look infinite in their decent meanness. There is nothing of home in the noisy kettle, The fulsome fire. The atmosphere Suggests the trail of a ghostly druggist. Dressings and lint on the long, lean table— Whom are they for? The patients yawn, Or lie as in training for shroud and coffin. A nurse in the corridor scolds and wrangles. It’s grim and strange. Far footfalls clank. The bad burn waits with his head unbandaged. My neighbour chokes in the clutch of chloral . . . O, a gruesome world!
Next 10 Poems
- William Ernest Henley : Interlude
- William Ernest Henley : Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
- William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
- William Ernest Henley : Kate-a-whimsies, John-a-dreams
- William Ernest Henley : Lady-probationer
- William Ernest Henley : Largo E Mesto
- William Ernest Henley : Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom
- William Ernest Henley : Margaritae Sorori
- William Ernest Henley : Matri Dilectissimae-i.m.
- William Ernest Henley : Midsummer Midnight Skies
Previous 10 Poems
- William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
- William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
- William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
- William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
- William Ernest Henley : If It Should Come To Be
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-r. L. S. ( 1850-1894 )
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaritae Sorori
- William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaret Emma Henley ( 1888-1894 )
- William Ernest Henley : I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878
- William Ernest Henley : I Gave My Heart To A Woman
