Context
‘brains ache/merciless ice east winds that knife us…we keep awake because night is silent’
‘dawn massing in the east her melancholy army attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey’
‘drowse, sun-dozed, littered with blossoms trickling where blackbird furses-is it that we are dying?
‘drowse, sun-dozed, littered with blossoms trickling where blackbird furses-is it that we are dying?
‘for love of God seems dying/all eyes ice, but nothing happens’