The sun dips below the horizonAnd the sky goes to sleepBut the world is waking upFrom the daylight liesAnd daily blindnessBehind screens and screamsCome the voices of powerAnd the will of long dead heroes
Nightly ritualDetermined his worthAgainst the borderline backdropOf the vengeful saltwater eyelidsThat dominated his landscape-The spotted hyena cacklingChattering backTelling him how to navigate a field devoid Of mindfulness or remorseTelling him to hang outOr hang upUp against the ceiling fanOscillationSpinning aroundCirclesCyclesCycles of evening
Roll flat the surface of your understanding.Straighten your outlook.Undergo the ironing of your dreadful drunkenness.To learn how round the world can be.
Sharp stings through violin stringsBring the violence of lost springsWith hot springs, where she singsSilently as his wings-Unfurl-Faithully as forged beforeFifty flounders waged in warWarped from founders they ignoreUntil their aching needs adore-Contact-Tactful marks bring back remarksOn his back, the words so starkThe sharpest tacks, and spindly marksWill bite right down, her spinal arc
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --Gravitates within --Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --Bit it stir -- alone --Each -- its difficult IdealMust achieve -- Itself --Through the solitary prowessOf a Silent Life --Effort -- is the sole condition --Patience of Itself --Patience of opposing forces --And intact Belief --Looking on -- is the DepartmentOf its Audience --But Transaction -- is assisted
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the waterLike dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air:Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.