“Searchlight” by F.S. Flint


There has been no sound of guns,
no roar of exploding bombs;
but the darkness has an edge
that grits the nerves of the sleeper.

He awakens;
nothing disturbs the stillness,
save perhaps the light, slow flap,
once only, of the curtain
dim in the darkness.

Yet there is something else
that drags him from his bed;
and he stands in the darkness
with his feet cold against the floor
and the cold air round his ankles.

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F.S. Flint's poem "Searchlight" was published in the 1917 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in digitized versions of this publication, follow the links below:


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