Saturday, June 16, 2012

Enoch Powell: First Poems: XXXVIII) The sky is white from east to west

XXXVIII) The sky is white from east to west

The sky is white from east to west,
And bright the day will break;
It lies to me that life is best,
And hearing I awake.

And so from east t o west the sky
Will whiten as before
And lie again the selfsame lie,
The day I wake no more.

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