every sort of light

( Auden, Macaulay, Wordsworth,

Moss, Masefield,Henley, Eliot, Yeats,

Thomas, Joseph, Betjeman, Johnson,

Kipling, Longfellow, Wilcox )

by Roberto Lavidez

thousands

are still

asleep

dreaming

of terrifying

monsters

while the

earth’s

bounds

reel and

shake

lest

battered

too long

our walls

and we

should

break…

should

break

my heart

leaps up

when I

behold

a rainbow

in the sky

veering

through

rapids in

a vapid

rapido

to view

the new

moon

from a

ruin on

the Lido

and all

I ask

is a

windy

day with

the white

clouds

flying

and the

flung spray

and the

blown

spume

and the

sea-gulls

crying

under the

bludgeonings

of chance

my head

is bloody

but unbowed

while I

stand on

the roadway

or on the

pavement’s

gray

I hear it

in the

deep

heart’s

core

there’s

every sort

of light

you can

make it

dark or

bright

its silence

I hear

and obey

that I

may lose

my way

and myself

I shall

go out

in my

slippers

in the rain

and pick

the flowers

in other

people’s

gardens

and learn

to spit

beg

pardon

I’m soiling

the doileys

with

afternoon

tea-cakes

drink

to me

only with

thine eyes

and I will

pledge with

mine

and if

you can

dream

and not

make

dreams

your master

if you can

think-

and not

make

thoughts

your aim

and in

the wreck

of noble

lives

something

immortal

still

survives!

sing

and the

hills

will

answer

sigh

it is lost

on the air

©robertolavidez2014