Lowry, Malcolm: No Company But Fear
No Company But Fear (English)
How did all this begin, and why am I here
At this arc of Bar with its cracked brown paint?
Papegaai, mezcal, hennessey, cerveza,
Two slimed spittoons, no company but fear:
Fear of light, of the Spring, of the complaint
Of birds, and buses flying to far places,
And the students going to the races,
Of girls skipping with the wind in their faces;
But no company, no company but fear:
Fear of the blowing fountain, and all flowers
That know the sun are my enemies,
These, dead, hours?