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The poem describes something I remember from childhood, but my brother Hugh says he has no recollection of it.
WHAT DARKNESS CAN DO
Aged six and five, we
struggled to ignore
the shape at night
light up the cupboard door,
upright with overhang.
Then having seen it,
and dared to speak of
it, we dared demean it,
called it the Rude
Ghost's House, defying fright.
In fact it was all
curtain and street light.
I can recall no
learning of that, no
relief in finding it a
shadow show,
but till I came to be
indifferent,
seeing the light I
would dislike, resent.
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