Freedom. Of all our souls from the burden of being As I watch, catching her ecstasy in writhing sea, Deep groans in the hull and a raging westerly.
--Luke Irwin
Also: A poem from Auden that seems to come out of my own memory. I think instantly of the Belz's yard. And summer.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead In the windless nights of June As congregated leaves complete Their day's activity; my feet Point to the rising moon...
Equal with colligues in a ring I sit on each calm evening Enchanted as the flowers The opening light draws out of hiding With all its gradual dove-like pleading, Its logic and its powers:
That later we, though parted then, May still recall these evenings when Fear gave his watch no look; The lion griefs loped from the shade And on our knees their muzzles laid, And death put down his book.
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