Saturday, August 30, 2014

the bellfry

I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.

Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell, as you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.

The only refuge left to us was the poet's ivory tower, which we climbed, ever higher, to isolate ourselves from the mob.

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