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Far-Darting Apollo
I saw the sun step like a gentleman
Dressed in black and proud as sin.

I saw the sun walk across London
Like a young M.
P.
, risen to the occasion.


His step was light, his tread was dancing,
His lips were smiling, his eyes glancing.

Over the Cenotaph in Whitehall
The sun took the wicket with my skull.


The sun plays tennis in the court of Geneva
With the guts of a Finn and the head of an Emperor.

The sun plays squash in a tomb of marble,
The horses of Apocalypse are in his stable.


The sun plays a game of darts in Spain
Three by three in flight formation.

The invincible wheels of his yellow car
Are the discs that kindle the Chinese war.


The sun shows the world to the world,
Turns its own ghost on the terrified crowd,
Then plunges all images into the ocean
Of the nightly mass emotion.


Games of chance and games of skill,
All his sports are games to kill.

I saw the murderer at evening lie
Bleeding on his death-bed sky.


His hyacinth breath, his laurel hair,
His blinding sight, his moving air,
My love, my grief, my weariness, my fears
Hid from me in a night of tears.
Written by: Kathleen Raine

Book: Shattered Sighs