Early Poems

The Day's Return

Within the days away among
the old essential wrong,
I sat without a thought to lead
and lived alone beyond.

Nowhere spreads the night my calm
and silent craze may dawn,
and laughing everywhere a blank
I rage the day's return.

Desolate I tried to save
an anything to grieve,
an old elation new to think
another love to live.

Above the cottage of my storm
I sleep a peace from harm,
and down below my holy bed
arrange the day's return.


First published in The Critical Quarterly.