| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
 
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| Orpheus Beneath the kitchen was a tunnel. As we sat and had coffee and looked at one another through the steam, you remembering your dream, I remembering mine, I slipped into to the tunnel, but you remained, as if nothing was amiss. You remained, holding your cup, waiting for me to reappear. Many times we had coffee, the sun making exquisite light on our white cups, the sound of distant humanity softly filling the air between us, me going into the tunnel, you staying up in the clarity of the conversation, looking into my eyes, but occasionally away, as if you momentarily thought there might be an exit . . . but chose to stay. | |
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