("one's not half two...")

VOL. LXII NO. IV

JULY 1943

FIVE POEMS

I

one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:

which halves reintegrating, shall occur

no death and any quantity; but than

all numerable mosts the actual more

minds ignorant of stern miraculous

this every truth-beware of heartless them

(given the scalpel, they dissect a kiss;

or, sold the reason, they undream a dream)

one is the song which fiends and angels sing:

all murdering lies by mortals told make two.

Let liars wilt, repaying life they're loaned;

we (by a gift called dying born) must grow

deep in dark least ourselves remembering

love only rides his year.

All lose, whole find