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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden Sleeper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He slept for years out of doors<br>in a garden in London, his daytime<br>job, some sort of writer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I didn't know him, but my path<br>as a young typist must have crossed his: <br>not only a bright colleger</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but an abandoned lover, a philosopher, <br>a gardener without a garden<br>and a loafer in cafes rode to work with me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From my north London window also<br>came the peck of a typewriter, <br>above the tired lemon shrub trees</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">hemmed in by dozing cats.<br>Trapped among statuary<br>lay summer-houses all year through.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He slept behind<br>the throng, the push of humankind, <br>the escalator pit, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the tall deaf buildings<br>connecting squares, <br>mind burrowing</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">in sentence-stretches, bits of maps<br>out of the libraries, museums, <br>much-loved bookshops.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Leaves opened out<br>in a city of milllions.<br>We read each other now.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A scrap in a plant-pot in my room<br>turned into a fuchsia.<br>Daisy-light shone by the railings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At last, we all saw our<br>fought-for survivals<br>unfold. Each road led to another.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We do not live in London<br>and I have a garden<br>I am too old to sleep in.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1990</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sally+Evans">Sally Evans</a></strong></div>

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