Bedouin Of The London Evening (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
Bedouin of the London Evening-Oath OathI swear that I would not go backTo pole the glass fishpools where the rough breath liesThat built the Earth – there, under the heavy treesWith their bark that’s full of grocer’s spice,Not for an hour – although my heartMoves, thirstily, to drink the thought – would IGo back to run my boatOn the brown rain that made it slippery,I would not for a youthReturn to ignorance, and be the wildfowlThrown about by the dark water seasonsWith an ink-storm of dark moods against my soul,And no firm ground inside my breast,Only the breath of God that stirsScent-kitchens of refreshing trees,And the shabby green cartilage of play upon my knees.With no hard earth inside my breastTo hold a Universe made out of breath,Slippery as fish with their wet mortar made of mirrorsI laid a grip of glass upon my youth.And not for the waterpools would I go backTo a Universe unreal as breath – although I useThe great muscle of my heartTo thirst like a drunkard for the scent-storm of the trees.
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