Having Exchanged These Views
Having exchanged these views
Will never turn to vows
Or writing that the draught
Might scatter through the house,
Through bolted corridor
And down the padded stair;
The long uncommon words
And incoherent Dear.
Your view from window seat
Sees what I never sought;
Your coiffure means what I
: Have understood and hate.
Though your accustomed pose
Should change to what I praise,
Along the coasts of light
The shapes of day increase
To storm troops of desire
Beyond the zero hour,
Whose uniform and flesh
The wind stirs on the wire.
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