Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir Night with extended finger. Now fill the box with light, Flood full the shining block, Masonry against night. Let window, curtain, blind Soft-sieve and sift and shred The impertinence of sound. Now draw the silence up, A blanket round your ears; Lay darkness close and sure, Inverted cup to cup On your acquiescent eyes: Dismissing body's last outposted spies. Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 4:43 PM | Viewed: 4635 times
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