Now faith is not what we
hereafter have we have a
world resting on nothing
Rest was never more than
abstract since it is empty
reality we cannot escape
Reason throws light open
Who is that phantom in
the foreground after you
Don’t be afraid — free as air
Light presupposes open
Distant if a foe not you
. . .
I keep you here to keep
your promise all that you
think I’ve wrought what
I see or do in the twilight
of time but keep forgetting
you keep coming back
. . .
Longing and envying rest
after a little — garden under
trees but better still likely
to be still more anxious to
get to just daylight all I’ve
always pushed backward
Souls of the Labadie Tract (New Directions Paperbook)
yay
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