| AWAY Now I out walking The world desert, And my shoe and my stocking Do me no hurt. I leave behind Good friends in town. Let them get well-wined And go lie down. Don�t think I leave For the outer dark Like Adam and Eve Put out of the Park. Forget the myth. There is no one I Am put out with Or put out by. Unless I�m wrong I but obey The urge of a song: �I�m bound away!!� And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died. ----------------------- SOUP I saw a famous man eating soup. I say he was lifting a fat broth Into his mouth with a spoon. His name was in the newspapers that day Spelled out in tall black headlines And thousands of people were talking about him. When I saw him, He sat bending his head over a plate Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon. -------------------------- He dreamed And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly, He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else, Hence his contentment. --------------------- AT THE AIRPORT This is the terminal: the light Gives perfect vision, false and hard; The metal glitters, deep and bright. Great planes are waiting in the yard - They are already in the night. And you are here beside me, small, Contained and fragile, and intent On things that I but half recall - Yet going whither you are bent. I am the past, and that is all. But you and I in part are one: The frightened brain, the nervous will, The knowledge of what must be done, The passion to acquire the skill To face that which you dare not shun. The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come. The expense Is what one thought, and something more - One�s being and intelligence. This is the terminal, the break. Beyond this point, on lines of air, You take the way that you must take; And I remain in light and stare - In light, and nothing else, awake. ------------------------- |
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