and then our exile

so you are benefiting (we met on my way to class)

paisley, gold silk,
thin cotton
things to clothe your memory. (LdeBeyer)

take this Sea, whose diapason knells
on scrolls of silver snowy sentences
the sceptred terror of whose sessions rends
as her demeanours motion well or ill (HHCrane)

when living becomes grey echolalia
ringing through soul’s repeating battalia. (bki)

a God, a God this severance ruled (MArnold)

but the colour does deepen
and the doors do open (nfki)

and do you think you have benefited (given after supper in the living room)

five months and five days left. how this has sped.