In the hotel

A fine example of how apparent simplicity can make for a clear yet subtle poem. From ‘Love Poems and Elegies’ (out of print) by Iain Crichton Smith. Resignation and a quiet, throbbing despair emanate. I’m posting this because I like it and because quite a few of the great poems from this collection do not appear, for whatever reason, in the ‘collected’ poems (which is none the less a magnificent collection). Enjoy.

In the hotel

In the hotel a wash basin and a mirror.
The street outside is brown with falling leaves.

I sit with hanging arms like a tired boxer
under the light of your one aching bulb.