Hesperus کے بول

The line extending up from my heart into your head Is an error-seeking path & pleasantly misled & although they may be significant to free The older babies are younger sons-to-be On transit footfall plays, comfort comes in waves A million-sided face breathing memories we've saved We'll find a light one day arching over hudson bay A branch tip in the haze or on the sky's redacted grey Drawing clear the dark, we blindly heed to dusk Ignore a hoary lark cos the world's too much with us Home unties the knots in my tongue & round my hands Carving out our verities with dream-peppered doubt & plans I sought a way to convince history to hesitate