the cold heaven [w.b.y.]

August 7, 2016

suddenly i saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
that seemed as though [sand] burned and was but more [sand],
and thereupon imagination and heart were driven
so wild that every casual thought of that and this
vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
with the hot blood of youth, of love crossed;
and i took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
until i cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
riddled with [night]. when the ghost begins to quicken,
confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
by the injustice of the [summer] for punishment?


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