LET US HASTE

Let us haste or never bother.  Smother

Me with all the tripe of life, if it means

Love again can cloud my eyes with other

Mists than tears, or clear your eyes from seeing

Time where it exists in biers apart from being.

Render agile all the torpid stuff of dreams.

Haste your love and loose the paupering time-jelled

Winds that pamper greater barks than mine,

Voyaged young, in loins of love upheld.

Be for me, in courage, lighted dawn’s day- -

Red before the purple ember wastes its own way

Down in failures, dyed with all the wine of time.

Be again for me the Bartok violin,

Be a city that surprised me young,

Night seen by rain:  secret soft-smiled sin

Shared blind, lipped cool against your brow,

Warmed safe beneath the flaxen now-

Fleshed chords of care you fling unstrung.

Measure mute mistakes in silent prayer-

Candled caves of life’s subdued quick pool.

Hold no holy sins in gloomy care-

Cabled dreams of man, so soon bereft,

Dulled, of gentler age’s sweet caress.

Make of me again, in joy, Love’s fool.

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