I drift within

I drift within

Three verse poem about death, despair.

1945-12-26

One page typewritten document

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POEM
(From Cambridge)

I drift within
A second heaven
Where is no life
No reason
Time nor death
Hung in this limbo
Of choked reality
Which clutches throat
As motionless
I swirl
Dreaming with willows
About my hair
In a gleam and tint.

I see the bubbles of
The clouds as porcelain
And watch the passing
Of a Dresden swan
The swimming trees
In image-glass
Are sibilant with whispers
But
Of another poet than I.

For I have died
A thousand years ago
And soundless step
Amid the walls
And in the half-light
Stand to see
This other I
The poet wraith
On the pale threshold
Of a second waking.

Sungei Glugor
26 Dec 45