Saturday, June 16, 2012

Enoch Powell: First Poems: XL) The lights are growing in the west

XL) The lights are growing in the west

The lights are growing in the west,
Nor yet the east is black;
The sun goes slower down to rest
And brings the summer back.

I hate the growing light of spring,
I hate the lingering sun,
I hate the sights that only bring
Regret for summers done.

Day in, day out, the sunset sky
Renews the grinding pain
Of springs and summers gone that i
Can never live again;

And when the sun below the sea
The clouds with crimson dyes,
I shrink and turn; for there I see
My life that bleeding lies.

1 comment:

right_writes said...

Shureley that's enough now?

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