am 11.01.2002 16:16 Uhr schrieb Jose Pereira unter
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> AUNT HELEN
> MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt,
> And lived in a small house near a fashionable swuare
> Cared for by servants to the number of four.
> Now when she died there was silence in heaven
> And silence at her end of the street.
> The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet-
> He was aware that this sort of thing had occured before.
> The dogs were handsomely provided for,
> But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
> The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
> And the footman sat upon the dining-table
> Holding the second housemaid on his knees‹
> Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.
for a splendid poem I didn't know.
The line "And silence at her end of the street" reminds me of a famous poem
I once got to know thanks to Nancy -- I just remember vesitiges of some
....came knocking at a door
....looking for a hand
A hand that can't be clasp'd no more
....for I cannot sleep
And, finally, something about a grey morning creeping up the rainy street.
I'm sure it rings a bell to some of you! Who can help?