Many years ago I learned, and subsequently
partially forgot a poem which began :
'Driving a Autumn nightfall through lost and hedgebound
lanes,
You suddenly switch on your headlights,
And reveal the image of your world.
'A tunnelled brightness carved from the dark,
An insulated and neon-lighted tunnel.
Mobile and self-contained,
Subdued to your single and athletic purpose.'
Does anyone know the title and author, please ?
Scylax Fri 09/05/08 19:02