Poem at morning

Poem at morning

Two verse poem about morning.

1945-02-20

One page typewritten document

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[underlined]POEM AT MORNING[/underlined]

Today I am glad
For a clear morning
Gay and grave
At candled window
And I am caught
In the remembered fragment
Of an old song
Out of myself
As a bird will find
Freedom in the high air
And whirl in cool ways
Of the morning wind
Drift where I see not
Singing
The untouchable beauty
Of love’s essence.

But the rejaculate word burns
And throws again my echo
To a dead hand
Stirring no gift
And leaving only
My random words
Yet as beautiful
As rose petals
Or as your silken cheek
Near me
In darkness.

20 Feb 45
Uxbridge