This is the first thing
I have understood:
Time is the echo of an axe
Within a wood.

‘Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn’t he?’ said the Dean. ‘His s
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. ‘A
You keep in touch with—’ Or remem
Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and s

Waiting for breakfast, while she b
I looked down at the empty hotel y
Once meant for coaches. Cobblesto
But sent no light back to the load
Sunk as it was with mist down to t

At once whatever happened starts r
Panting, and back on board, we lin
With trousers ripped, light wallet
Yes, gone, thank God! Remembering
We toss for half the night, but fi

The trumpet’s voice, loud and auth
Draws me a moment to the lighted g
To watch the dancers —all under tw
Solemnly on the beat of happiness.
–Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke

Slowly the women file to where he
Upright in rimless glasses, silver
Dark suit, white collar. Stewards
Persuade them onwards to his voice
Within whose warm spring rain of l

I feared these present years,
The middle twenties,
When deftness disappears,
And each event is
Freighted with a source—encrusting

Boys dream of native girls who bri
Whatever they are,
As bribes to teach them how to exe
Sixteen sexual positions on the sa
This makes them join (the boys) th

Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes trav
The slow sky all day.
I land to stay here;

Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided