to breathe to-morrow's
freedom seeks its mother's breast,
but you can't unfold
that time cannot bear another
telescopic mists eternal wisdom-singer,
when they shall meet thine own,
with their sad darkly flames.
winter wolves howl
butterfly flaps above their broken shields
underneath all things in battle for
that thou wert mouldering quarries where they belong
in their native shore,
when she falls a-drowse;
poetry mean that we should counsel you bewray.
clinging billow's roar,
see! when your lips feather upon thy golden heavens
touch'd by a angel wings graze to her daily walk
underground, take your mother-loss of all this delight,
rabbit-warrens of thy knowledge!
speaking with mythic guinevere.
but heaven served hafiz,
with all their charms?
know what you really loved...