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Round the three actors in any blessed eventIs always standing an invisible audience of four,The double twins, the fallen natures of man. On the Left they remember difficult childhoods,On the Right they have forgotten why they were so happy,Above sit…
Returning each morning from a timeless world, The senses open upon a world of time; After so many years the light is Novel still and immensely ambitious. But, translated from her own informal world, The ego is bewildered and does…
Perhaps I always knew what they were saying: Even the early messengers who walked Into my life from books where they were staying, Those beautiful machines that never talked But let the small boy worship them and learn All their…
Outside his library window he could seeA gentle landscape terrified of grammar,Cities where lisping was compulsoryAnd provinces where it was death to stammer. The hefty lay exhausted. O it tookThis donnish undersexed conservativeTo start a revolution, and to giveThe Flesh…
(To Geoffrey Hoyland)Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead In the windless nights of June, As congregated leaves complete Their day’s activity; my feet Point to the rising moon.Lucky, this point in time and space Is…
Our hunting fathers told the story Of the sadness of the creatures, Pitied the limits and the lack Set in their finished features; Saw in the lion’s intolerant look, Behind the quarry’s dying glare, Love raging for the personal glory…
O season of repetition and return, Of light, and the primitive visions of light Opened in little ponds disturbing The blind water that conducts excitement,How lucid the image in your shining well Of a limpid day, how eloquent your streams…
I.They die—the dead return not—MiserySits near an open grave and calls them over,A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye—They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,Which he so feebly calls—they all are gone—Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant…
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.Pause not! the time is past!…
On a poet’s lips I sleptDreaming like a love-adeptIn the sound his breathing kept;Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,But feeds on the aireal kissesOf shapes that haunt thought’s wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloomThe lake-reflected sun illumeThe…