DOUBLE TAKE - Digby Augustus Stewart Mackworth Dolben Poems


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It happened
walking along Bloor Street.

The rain
had scattered its reflections
on the pavement; the houses
leaned to see.

Perhaps the way they leaned,
tired but expectant,
or the musky smell
of their nostalgic look --

Suddenly the double take.

I walked ten years back.
Not in my mind
but there. The pavement shook
another street loose.

I walked in France:
The sandy grit, the smell of vinery,
the eye-glaze of late rain
tangible as steam.

I walked two streets --
coeval, mutually invented.
Their locus, or their focus
I look twice.