my bands of silk and miniver
momently grew heavier;
the black gauze was beggarly thin;
the ermine muffled mouth and chin;
i could not suck the moonlight in.
harlequin in lozenges
of love and hate, i walked in these
striped and ragged rigmaroles;
along the pavement my footsoles
trod warily on living coals.
shouldering the thoughts i loathed,
in their corrupt disguises clothed,
morality i could not tear
from my ribs, to leave them bare
ivory in silver air.
there i walked, and there i raged;
the spiritual savage caged
within my skeleton, raged afresh
to feel, behind a carnal mesh,
the clean bones crying in the flesh.
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