Deadly Ivy     |   home bowel   |   haiku   |   (shaving in extremis)   |   Sonnet(a complaint)   |   Topf&Söhne   |   Symphony#41   |   Sweetheart-   |   Plea for Mercy   |   6.7   |   6.8   |   5.30(W.C.W.)   |   Rationale of Verse   |   Short Poems   |   (spontaneoulsy written)   |   6.6 (Elizabeth) 6.7 Puddles and lamentation rests calmly at my feet as I abandon all structure and rhythm and meter, losing all attachment and seeing death — fearing everything once Holy — losing evry bit of melancholy: I take to the mountains My soul's grown weary and oppressd and, seeking soft repose, I clutch earths bosom, finding Rest.