STAGES OF GRIEF WHICH LEAD TO

RESIGNATION FOLLOWED BY FLICKRS OF

KNOWLADGE AND HAPPINESS
Not your dark poisons again,
White sleep!
This fantastically strange garden
Of trees in deepening twilight
Fills up with serpents, nightmoths,
Spiders, bats.
Approaching stranger!
Your abandoned shadow
In the red of evening
Is a dark pirate ship
Of the salty oceans of confusion.
White birds from the outskirts of the night
Flutter out over the shuddering cities
Of steel.

O man! Take heed!

What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
"I slept my sleep
"From deepest dream I've woke and plead:
"The world is deep,
"And deeper than the day could read.
"Deep is its woe
"Joydeeper still than grief can be:
"Woe saith: Hence! Go!
"But joys all want eternity
"Want deep profound eternity!"

Beautifulheaven,trueheaven,lookhowIchange!
Aftersucharrogance,aftersomuchstrange
Idlenessstrange,yetfullofpotency
Iamallopentotheseshiningspaces;
Overthehomesofthedeadmyshadowpasses,
Ghostingalongaghostsubduingme.

Mysoullaidbaretoyourmidsummerfire,
Ojust,impartiallightwhomIadmire,