NOT MY ETHER WINGS
You've brought me no satisfaction like the
lilting toil of struggle and work. Just outside
my face this morning, perceiving a hundred
new things, I perfectly picked out your visage
among the monk-flowers and new rose bushes.
The tall sky loomed, breaking off only where two
perpendicular jets made their smooth and
effective ascents; passing each other, it seemed,
so close but really miles apart; and all those
comfortable people, just sitting. But where
can you stare in the sky, and why?
-
Therefore I list my things : a paucity of
rainbows and ice, an amassed predilection
for duty self-chosen, a nightmare trickle that
won't go away. I close my eyes and try dreaming
once more. It works. I am soon far away.
lilting toil of struggle and work. Just outside
my face this morning, perceiving a hundred
new things, I perfectly picked out your visage
among the monk-flowers and new rose bushes.
The tall sky loomed, breaking off only where two
perpendicular jets made their smooth and
effective ascents; passing each other, it seemed,
so close but really miles apart; and all those
comfortable people, just sitting. But where
can you stare in the sky, and why?
-
Therefore I list my things : a paucity of
rainbows and ice, an amassed predilection
for duty self-chosen, a nightmare trickle that
won't go away. I close my eyes and try dreaming
once more. It works. I am soon far away.
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