Poem
EVEN whilst I watch him I am remembering The quick laugh of the wasp gold eyes.
The column turning from the staring pane Even while I see I remember, for love Is soaked in memory and says I have seen what I see and I wear All pasts and futures like a doomed, domed sky.
Thus I wear always the glint of quick lids And the blue figure turning under earth : these are Fixed in a night that knows and sees The equable currents.
This night my life lies with no past nor future But only space. It watches
Hope and despair and the small vivid longings
Like minnows gnaw the body. Where it drunk love It lives in sameness. ,Here are Gestures indelible. The wiry copper hair And the mothlike lips at dusk and that human
Clime,- which makes the sun forgotten.
STEPHEN .SPENDEH.
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