Upstairs Chamber Night
“Rose up and smote
The knotted heart” ---
Love’s pen wrote
In the cold dark
Cove of sleep.
Birdsong entangle morning light
And like smooth stones boast of hard
Times in the soft pale light,
Estranged the lyrical glare of stark
Mysteries wrought from the jarfly’s heart.
The lop-eared sunbright banter gleams
In the slogged old frog’s snit!
Who like a prophet rests in the seams
Of the day, snail’s pen full of sanskrit.
The greatening of things small
And diminishment of what was grand,
When testimony of dark comes to fall,
Starlight takes the stand.
Ernest Slyman
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