The Fifty-Fourth Elegy

WEBB 47 STERLING KELLY WEBB THE FIFTY-FOURTH ELEGY The peril of this voyage, leaving These notes behind as I go Blind down the thin black thread, the Night sea journey, so far before I return once more into mankind, Or, lost beneath black skies, where The world arrives at the abyss, the Last reach, devoured, bird-smaU Bones of eaten souls rotting among The rocks, the waste place, praying To go back, süent, holding the fear, a Cold stone hard in the hand's palm, no Return, the world's weU dead that was Spun by the spider in your head, yet This Eden's alive, the mated hawks Harry the sun-fields finely, the Secret survives everywhere along the Borders, and I am acknowledged in The midst of my living desolation. ...