Tennyson on 

a broken wing

by Roberto Lavidez

my life

has crept

so long

on a broken

wing

thro’ cells

of madness

haunts of

horror

and fear

I have

forgotten

what I

meant:

my mind

stumbles

and all my

faculties

are lamed

so many

worlds

so much

to do

so little

done

such things

to be

half

the night

I waste

in sighs

half in

dreams

I sorrow

after

when in

the down

I sink

my head

sleep

death’s

twin-brother

times

my breath

yes

as your

moanings

witness

and myself

am lonelier

darker

earthlier

for my loss

so runs

my dream:

but what

am I

an infant

crying

in the

night

so to bring

relief to this

which is our

common

grief

what kind

of life

is that

I lead

the woods

decay

the woods

decay and

fall

and idle

gleams

will come

and go

but still

the clouds

remain

woman

disturb me

not now

at the last

but let me

hold my

purpose

till I die

mere matter

of the fancy

now hath

grown

the vast

necessity

of heart

and life

I will not

eat my

heart alone

nor feed

with sighs

a passing

wind

my own

dim life

should teach

me this

that life

shall live

for evermore

whatever

I have

said or sung

some bitter

notes

my harp

would give

go not

happy day

from the

shining fields

go not

happy day

till the

maiden

yields

behold

I dream

a dream

of good

and mingle

all the

world

with thee

and ah

for a man

to arise

in me

that the

man

I am

may cease

to be

the memory

like a

cloudless air

the conscience

as a sea

at rest

a thousand

suns will

stream

on thee

a thousand

moons

will quiver

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