Here's something short, again, this time by JH Prynne. I've thought about this phrase in the Poetry Foundation's biography of his, about the interplay of "high" and "low", in his work, and found it very difficult to place, for my own reasons. I wonder if that writing "around" the metronome occurs, here, at those "high" moments?

Forgive my fairly poor typography etc..

Sun Set 4.56

Small flares skip

down the coal

face how can I

refuse them

the

warm indolence

of fancy the

solace of wheels

muffled in sheep-

skin

then Bruckner

on the radio & how

easily I am taken

from the hearth &

returned

changed

& unnoticed it

is the pulse of

birch tar &

molten amber

the

estranged blood

in the vein