When I go away from you <br />The world beats dead <br />Like a slackened drum. <br />I call out for you against the jutted stars <br />And shout into the ridges of the wind. <br />Streets coming fast, <br />One after the other, <br />Wedge you away from me, <br />ANd the lamps of the city prick my eyes <br />So that I can no longer see your face. <br />Why should I leave you, <br />To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-taxi/
