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Read, Herbert: The heart conscripted

Portre of Read, Herbert

The heart conscripted (English)

The shock of silver tassels
the sledded breath...
I who have fought my battles
keep these in a sheath.
 
The ulcer of exact remorse
from which the Lake poet perished,
the owl's indifferent hood -
these have vanished.
 
I hear only the sobbing fall
of various water-clocks
and the swift inveterate wail
of the destructive axe.
 
Lorca was killed, singing,
and Fox who was my friend.
The rhythm returns: the song
which has no end.



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