In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of.
In Loving Memory Of. In Fond
Remembrance. Died in October. Died at Sea.
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XXIV
If one voice, not another, must speak first,
out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding—
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It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
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These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. Crows
Caw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,
Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow daybreak
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See, as the carver carves a rose,
A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye,
In cruel granite, to disclose
The soft things that in hardness lie,
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Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far,
And distant things seem near.
Now in the green west hangs a yellow star.
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I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
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‘My towers at last!’—
What meant the word
from what acknowledged circuit sprung
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After the movie, when the lights come up,
He takes her powdered hand behind the wings;
She, all in yellow, like a buttercup,
Lifts her white face, yearns up to him, and clings;
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He thinks her little feet should pass
Where dandelions star thickly grass;
Her hands should lift in sunlit air
Sea-wind should tangle up her hair.
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