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First Line: Caught still as absalom
Last Line: And hang from implacable boughs.
Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings; Dismay

Caught still as Absalom,
Surely the air hangs
From the swayless cloud-boughs
Like hair of Absalom
Caught and hanging still.

From the imagined weight
Of spaces in a sky
Of mute chagrin my thoughts
Hang like branch-clung hair
To trunks of silence swung,
With the choked soul weighing down
Into thick emptiness.
Christ, end this hanging death,
For endlessness hangs therefrom!

Invisibly branches break
From invisible trees:
The cloud-woods where we rush
(Our eyes holding so much),

Which we must ride dim ages round
Ere the hands (we dream) can touch,
We ride, we ride -- before the morning
The secret roots of the sun to tread --
And suddenly
We are lifted of all we know,
And hang from implacable boughs.

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