MEND THE CHAIN Now go, white body, into the night, Go softly while the mind is sleeping, Go, sick with fasting, down the white Ladderless ramparts of its keeping. And when at last desire is gone, Then creeping with ague, turn to find Your way back in the paling dawn To the thin whip of the horrified mind. CHAIN INTO CLOUD Step lightly With great power Among the shards Of lotus leaf. Bleed whitely The last hour -- As sweet as nards, As deep as grief -- Fold nightly, Lotus flower, Above the bards: Their laugh is brief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |