Look! We Have Come Through!

It is enough, you are near--
The mountains are balanced,
The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the

grass;
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.

BEUERBERG

_"AND OH--
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

out
between two valves of darkness;
the darkness falling, the darkness rising, with

muffled sound
obliterating everything.

I wish that whatever props up the walls of light
would fall, and darkness would come hurling

heavily down,
and it would be thick black dark for ever.
Not sleep, which is g