give me your hand
and carry forward
the thought of it all
it was already far too advanced
in the blackness I could not imagine
those waterless wells
those flickering pillars
I felt an unreasonable amazement
and then I knew the marks of my whole course
(of a military chapel hung with tattered flags, brown, flat and brittle)
to witness that which here was
and that mine eyes
mine ears
or any sense at all
delighted them in spite of the hell
"Re-enter, Cassio and Emilia!
Enter, Roderigo!"
and attend Theseus...
now is there a cause, but for you, jealous they are
for the historian, the psychologist
(though it's all right before I doubt)
when I woke again it must have been in an air tight case
Two dynamite cartridges, I shouted at them
but she lay like one who repeats mystic words
yes, I think that thou bested a devil, long ago,
in what a state of things unknown
the poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance.