Saturday, 17 August 2013

THE GOLDEN




Certain words of the surgeon came back to my memory
Thought Zhou. I used to hunt after dawn, in a sad way.
Why be concerned about mountains now, when

The flat lands stretch out so far round that life will be lived
Traveling them; sometimes through eternal and shadowy
Ceremonies, by devious and uncertain paths -

Like those times in the cities where my nights
Were generally restless, dark and entangled and difficult -
Since dreams were dictated to me in something very like

A classroom setting with sea clouds sun moon desert mountains
Lakes in the room; in short a world in the lamplight, not cold and
Diseased and thus sinister, but magnetic that singular commotion,

That natural easy connexion with the rest of the universe removed
From the golden? They did not look up when a carriage passed by.

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