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Prokosch, Dr Frederic - Chosen Poems – Song VIII
Identifier
029049
Type of Spiritual Experience
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When dusk caresses all our heads,
When all the curtains touch the sill,
When darkness cloaks the troubled beds
And torches dot the hill,
When ships divide the intriguing night,
When lust new agonies explores,
When sailors watch the flickering light
Along the luckless shores,
When all the impassioned lovers kiss,
When madmen count the stars anew,
When whales in their gigantic bliss
Lie trembling two by two,
When drums cry out and trumpets blow,
And bombers split the town apart,
When exiles march to still their woe
With bullets in their heart,
Slowly the cruel moon moves higher,
She gains her old ice-pitted throne!
And one whose beauty shone like fire
Lies down to die alone.