Poem: ‘My Death as the Wren Library’
Don Coles, 17 April 1986
I dreamt last night of my own Death. As I died, I became the Wren Library in Nevile’s Court in Trinity College, Cambridge. Dying, The library became even more Luminous, its splendid thinly leaded Clerestory windows were lighting up Even more valuably.
I tried to phone a cab To go downtown but the line went Dead!
My wife was moved. She had A new friend already, however.
Sophie S., a...
