Fallen to what strange places Love travels pilgrim, And into what deep dream Descend these bottomless synthetic stairs? Out of the void, impassable locked doors, Clocks, telephones and sound-proof rooms Proliferate like cancer in the mind Interior prisons vaster than the dark. There I the dreamer stood Watching the handsome soldiers pass In uniform of time, conscripts of place Coming and going in the mind of God. And there I met my love Whom I had known before the stars were made; We paused in recognition, and I said 'Carry this memory, an amulet against death'. But he replied 'This is death's house, where love must learn to die' And time moved on again, and we were parted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by WILLIAM BLAKE GRANDFATHER WATTS'S PRIVATE FOURTH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |