Theagony

White birds with their

Bright satan wings

Watch where I stand

Alone on a dead end jetty of dead sand,

Watch, wait, wish a ferry

To my fairyland.

But in between doubt crests on doubt cross-christ

In all those barren bounds of salt unrest

Fish the supreme life.

IHSOY XPIZTOS ®EOY YIOX SOTHP.

At stepman depth writhes loathly and dimsensed,

Yet quick, fine, firm, fin sinuous, slight man.

But at the bottom of the steep, for an abacus,

The saint swims phosphorescently,

Devouring the forgiveness of himself.

Hence here I stand with nothing for my feet

But thinnest delicacy of

Love on a fine day,

With nothing for my faith

But a wisp of my love's hair between my teeth.

Hence here I dare not tread

Over the marish of the dead

Must watch, wait, wish for wings to fly

At least my tongue into the sky.

Oh ferry wings, my love's so far away,

And a dark night hungers to surmount the day.

Oh Ferdinand alas! What strange fish

Make now their meal on what strange fish

Close to the surface.

Does then Icarus still die, dies yet,

Is he still dying? Oh Icarus,

We sin when we forget

Were we not wax to melt God could not print

His kiss on us.

Yet faith, had you had faith enough

When your wings fell

You would have fallen

Upward to sunburial.

Carnot HocBEN