Look! We Have Come Through!
Held still beneath the sunshine--
It is enough, you are near--
The mountains are balanced,
The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the
You and I together
We hold them proud and blithe
On our love.
They stand upright on our love,
Everything starts from us,
We are the source.
THAT THE MAN I AM
MIGHT CEASE TO BE--"_
No, now I wish the sunshine would stop,
and the white shining houses, and the gay red
flowers on the balconies
and the bluish mountains beyond, would be crushed
between two valves of darkness;
the darkness falling, the darkness rising, with
I wish that whatever props up the walls of light
would fall, and darkness would come hurling
and it would be thick black dark for ever.
Not sleep, which is g