We the dry bread and water in the prisons of the sky We the flagstones of love all signals intercepted Which we shall personify the graces of this poem Nothing expresses us beyond death At this hour when night puts on its glistening pumps to venture forth We take the weather as it comes As an adjoining wall to this our prison The spiders drive the boat into the roadsteads One can but touch there is nothing to see Later you shall learn who we are Our works are still decidedly forbidden But it is dawn on the last shore the times wax bad Soon we shall bear elsewhere our embarrassing splendor We shall bear elsewhere the splendor of pestilence We a little frozen white on human faggots And that is all The water of life dresses wounds in a vault through whose vent-hole is glimpsed a roadway lined with the large patient void Do not question where you are We the dry bread and water of the prisons of the sky The pack of cards for the beautiful star Scarcely do we go so far as to lift a loosened corner of the veil The mender of crockery works on a ladder He seems young despite the concession We wear yellow mourning for him The deed is not yet signed The sisters of charity provoke Flights to the horizon Perhaps we shall weary at once of good and evil As men who Our severity is lost in regret for the crumbling We are vedettes of the most horrible seduction The hook of ragpicker Morning on our flowered attire Add nothing to the shame of your personal pardon It's enough to arm for a bottomless end Your eyes with those foolish tears that comfort us The belly of our words is golden tonight and naught any longer is in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO ARETEMIAS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |