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Your iron bedstead there was white like this: And in this grave, unspeakable night, Beyond the pull of gravity or care, You have no place: nor we: You have taken the summer house, the hedge, The brook, the dog, our air, our ground down with you, And all the tall gray children can run Away from home now and walk forever and ever And come to nothing but this mouthful of earth, All endings over. Lines in Dejection for my sister Remember how we spread our hair on the sea, Phosphorous fans, the moon’s edge crumbling under Moving pieces of sky? Ghostly weeds loitered Like misty Thetis’s hair, or some sea-monster’s Ancient whiskers, floating around our knees; Moony children, we drifted, and no god or monster Could have seemed foreign then to our globe of water. Remember Lying like still shells on the glass water? The paper moon opened, a Japanese water flower Drifting free of its shell in the bowl of the sky. Who poured it out? In twenty years The bay is still in its place, they are still there, Walking slowly by the water. Have they been here, all along? Have we? Back, back, I strike out from the ancestral stare And now the bowl’s shadow composes what I see: The weeds cradle me and draw me under, under. 44 door in the mountain But there they are, on the pitch-black ocean floor, Hands out, hair floating: everywhere! Holding us in their charred arms like water. Sleep Drops Its Nets Sleep drops its nets for monsters old as the Flood; You are not you, no more than I am I; If our dead fathers walk the wall at night Our hands when we wake up are white on white Betraying neither wounds nor blood; The voice is mist that made us cry. And then day sweeps the castle dry. Déjà-vu No, my father here, as You said, When I asked him for bread Didn’t refuse me; but the bread was green; And now You! Now I’m dry and cold, Chattering in the corner of the greenhouse, Now You let me know it was always You, That déjà-vu Tilt of the sunlight on the floor, That silence at the door! I’d laugh, but I never, never loved You, And here I am dead, My Midas teeth on edge, green Jade on jade. dream barker 45 ...

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