ME AND THE ROCK
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ENDLESSLY to no end wending Pilgrim O my conscience in the green Nacre of twilight abbreviate the heart Autumn’s beak is to the south Death is north; westward one minute late The plumed train leaps the shrilly stark ravine Ever go feet go cars go the planes Hearing the motors of the breast the brain Loudly I wait their destinations wait Coals of remembrance kissed and broken These are the eyes; treasure the moment pure Arrived at beauty impossible and vain Now between me and the rock is Now between me and myself is Sight of the rock thought of myself: division sure Then will the mouth of the air open Cold slowly desolation pour over the blind Punctures of sleep great gorges of the mind Render me imperturbable to the rock Deliver to myself completely me