Dream Song 56

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Hell is empty. O that has come to passwhich the cut Alexandrian foresaw,and Hell is empty.Lightning fell silent where the Devil kneltand over the whole grave space hath settled awein a full death of guilt.

The tinchel closes. Terror, & plunging, swipes.I lay my ears back. I am about to die.My cleft feet drum.Fierce, the two-footers club. My green world pipesa finish—for us all, my love, not some.Crumpling, I—why,—

So in his crystal ball them two he weighs,solidly, dreaming of his sleepy son,ah him, and his new wife.What roar solved once the dilemma of the Ancient of Days,what sigh borrowed His mercy?—Who may, ifwe are all the same, make one.77 Dream Songs (1964)