The girl in the room beneath

The yellow windows darken, the shades are drawn,In thousands of rooms we sleep, we await the dawn,We lie face down, we dream,We cry aloud with terror, half rise, or seemTo stare at the ceiling or walls . . .Midnight . . . the last of shattering bell-notes falls.A rush of silence whirls over the cloud-high…

The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,And lifts his palms for…

And though since thenI have looked at the stars, walked in the cold blue streets,And heard the dead leaves blowing over the groundUnder the trees,I still remember the sound of your laughter.How will it be, lady, when there is none left to remember youEven as long as this?Will the dust braid your hair?

She, all in yellow, like a buttercup,Lifts her white face, yearns up to him, and clings;And with a silent, gliding step they moveOver the footlights, in familiar glare,Panther-like in the Tango whirl of love,He fawning close on her with idiot stare.Swiftly they cross the stage. O lyric ease!The drunken music follows the sure feet,The swaying…

Now in the green west hangs a yellow star.And now across old waters you may hearThe profound gloom of bells among still trees,Like a rolling of huge boulders beneath seas.Silent as though in evening contemplationWeaves the bat under the gathering stars.Silent as dew, we seek new incarnation,Meditate new avatars.In a clear dusk like thisMary climbed…

and remember nothingI read Arcturus and the snowand remember nothingI read the green and white book of springand remember nothingI read the hatred in a man’s eyeLord, I remember nothing.Scorn spat at me and spokeI remember it notThe river was frozen round the shipI remember it notI found a secret message in a blade of…