Look! We Have Come Through! Part 4

And if I never see her again?

I think, if they told me so I could convulse the heavens with my horror.

I think I could alter the frame of things in my agony.

I think I could break the System with my heart.

I think, in my convulsion, the skies would break.

She too suffers.

But who could compel her, if she chose me against them all?

She has not chosen me finally, she suspends her choice.

Night folk, Tuatha De Danaan, dark G.o.ds, govern her sleep, Magnificent ghosts of the darkness, carry off her decision in sleep, Leave her no choice, make her lapse me-ward, make her, Oh G.o.ds of the living Darkness, powers of Night.

WOLFRATSHAUSEN

_HUMILIATION_

I HAVE been so innerly proud, and so long alone, Do not leave me, or I shall break.

Do not leave me.

What should I do if you were gone again So soon?

What should I look for?

Where should I go?

What should I be, I myself, "I"?

What would it mean, this I?

Do not leave me.

What should I think of death?

If I died, it would not be you: It would be simply the same Lack of you.

The same want, life or death, Unfulfilment, The same insanity of s.p.a.ce You not there for me.

Think, I daren't die For fear of the lack in death.

And I daren't live.

Unless there were a morphine or a drug.

I would bear the pain.

But always, strong, unremitting It would make me not me.

The thing with my body that would go on living Would not be me.

Neither life nor death could help.

Think, I couldn't look towards death Nor towards the future: Only not look.

Only myself Stand still and bind and blind myself.

G.o.d, that I have no choice!

That my own fulfilment is up against me Timelessly!

The burden of self-accomplishment!

The charge of fulfilment!

And G.o.d, that she is _necessary!_ _Necessary,_ and I have no choice!

Do not leave me.

_A YOUNG WIFE_

THE pain of loving you Is almost more than I can bear.

I walk in fear of you.

The darkness starts up where You stand, and the night comes through Your eyes when you look at me.

Ah never before did I see The shadows that live in the sun!

Now every tall glad tree Turns round its back to the sun And looks down on the ground, to see The shadow it used to shun.

At the foot of each glowing thing A night lies looking up.

Oh, and I want to sing And dance, but I can't lift up My eyes from the shadows: dark They lie spilt round the cup.

What is it?--Hark The faint fine seethe in the air!

Like the seething sound in a sh.e.l.l!

It is death still seething where The wild-flower shakes its bell And the sky lark twinkles blue--

The pain of loving you Is almost more than I can bear.

_GREEN_

THE dawn was apple-green, The sky was green wine held up in the sun, The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green They shone, clear like flowers undone For the first time, now for the first time seen.

ICKING

_RIVER ROSES_

BY the Isar, in the twilight We were wandering and singing, By the Isar, in the evening We climbed the huntsman's ladder and sat swinging In the fir-tree overlooking the marshes, While river met with river, and the ringing Of their pale-green glacier water filled the evening.

By the Isar, in the twilight We found the dark wild roses Hanging red at the river; and simmering Frogs were singing, and over the river closes Was savour of ice and of roses; and glimmering Fear was abroad. We whispered: "No one knows us.

Let it be as the snake disposes Here in this simmering marsh."

KLOSTER SCHAEFTLARN

_GLOIRE DE DIJON_

WHEN she rises in the morning I linger to watch her; She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window And the sunbeams catch her Glistening white on the shoulders, While down her sides the mellow Golden shadow glows as She stoops to the sponge, and her swung b.r.e.a.s.t.s Sway like full-blown yellow Gloire de Dijon roses.