Bones wrenched, weak whimper, lids wrinkled, first dazzle known, World-wonder hardens as bigness, years; brings knowledge, you. Rank presence-smell a rich mould augurs for roots urged, Eased by mucous tenderness, to absorb the Word Which was before began; flesh-dough suffills to spilling Concave of spirit-so you here I have: but gone, The soul is tetanous; gun-barrel burnishing In summer grass, mind lies to tarnish, untouched, undoing, Though body stir, hand hold a spade, leg lever ground, Sweat trickle down to loin; these, squat as idols, brood Infuriate the fire with bellows, blank till sleep And two-faced dream-'I want' voiced treble as once Crudely through flowers till dunghill cock-crow, crack at East. Eyes, unwashed jewels, the glass-floor slipping, feel, know Day, Life, stripped to girders, monochrome. Deceit of instinct, Figure, feature, form, irrelevant, dismissed, Ought passes through points fair plotted; and you conform, Seen yes or no. Before which argument my buts are imprudent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |