Enoch Powell: First Poems: XLVIII) Sharp rises on the cloudless blue

XLVIII) Sharp rises on the cloudless blue

Sharp rises on the cloudless blue

The knife-edge of the hills,

And boundless sunlight clear and true

The vale beneath them fills.

As clear as light, sharp as a knife

A truth springs in my breast:

There are but two things, death and life,

And death of these is best.