by Robert Graves

Nobody, ancient mischief, nobody,
Harasses always with an absent body.

Nobody coming up the road, nobody,
Like a tall man in a dark cloak, nobody.

Nobody about the house, nobody,
Like children creeping up the stairs, nobody.

Nobody anywhere in the garden, nobody,
Like a young girl quiet with needlework, nobody.

Nobody coming, nobody, not yet here,
Incessantly welcomed by the wakeful ear.

Until this nobody shall consent to die,
Under his curse must everybody lie –

The curse of his envy, of his grief and fright,
Of sudden rape and murder screamed in the night.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *