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2
May
Out of the chaos of my doubt
And the chaos of my art
I turn to you inevitably
As the needle to the pole
Turns . . . as the cold brain to the soul
Turns in its uncertainty;
So I turn and long for you;
So I long for you, and turn
To the love that through my chaos
Burns a truth,
And lights my path.
2
May
Coarse as the sun is blatant, the high spinach-
Coloured elms, the lawns a yellow matting
Of tired grass, disgust me and the netting
Of summer boughs that creak at every touch.
Of this hot breeze distract me; live apart,
And bring no love to me from other fields: my hands
Are empty as my blind lop-sided heart!
Lop-sided, for self pity like a curse
Turns all I see to ugliness: the lawns
A wilderness for lack of unicorns fades
The elm a tower for birds of paradise.
Nature! I hate you for you scorch my brain
And make me see my weakness yet again.
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