Best Blackout Poems
breathless hush
Beyond dreams
with candlelight burns
Lives cross lives idling
Beyond souls emptiness'
piano speaks
'It's all in one mind'
the trees listening
for they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There's a deathless hush tonight
tidal wave sweeps in
breathes and sinks all lights lit
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra keeps on playing Handel's Water Music
Horns fill with water float away like lovers horizontal
Loop becomes a rollercoaster
like water glasses mixed with Buddhist brine
watered down beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve suddenly become salt
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
the great wave sweeps
to wash away over-age Camembert
steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
and Indians reclaim their canoes
(Blackout of Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
Under ¦¦¦ August skies;
The moon had gone but ¦¦¦ stars shone on, -
¦¦¦¦¦ like your beautiful eyes.
Away from ¦¦¦ glitter and gaslight,
in the garden there,
While ¦¦¦ mirth of the throng, in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ song,
Floated ¦¦¦ on the air.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ through starlight,
I looked ¦¦¦ at you;
And a feeling came ¦¦¦¦ I could not name, -
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ starnge and new.
Friends ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ only, -
Why should it give me pain
To know you ¦¦¦¦¦ go in the morrow,
And ¦¦¦¦¦ not come again?
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
What matter that we must part?
But ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with a ¦¦¦¦¦ surprise,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
We did not speak, but your breath on my cheek
Was like a breeze of the south:
¦¦¦ your ¦¦¦¦ hair brushed my forehead
¦¦¦ your kiss fell on my mouth.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ -
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ we went in from the garden,
Out of ¦¦¦ sweet starlight,
Back to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ music,
¦¦¦ we said 'Good-bye' ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ - ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The river ¦¦¦¦ rolls between us
Can never be crossed, I know,
¦¦¦ the waters are deep ¦¦¦ the shores ¦¦¦ steep,
¦¦¦ a maelstrom whirls below;
But I think we shall always remember,
Though we ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ strive to forget,
How you looked in my eyes, 'neath the August skies,
After the moon had set; -
¦¦¦ you kissed my lips in the garden,
¦¦¦ we stood in a trance of bliss,
¦¦¦ our hearts seemed ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ together
In ¦¦¦¦ one thrilling kiss.
(Blackout of In The Garden by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
I heard a clash, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ fleeing the wood.
The moon hid in a cloud.
¦¦¦¦ in shadow I stood.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ thought I,
Holding my breath.
‘Men must be cruel and proud,
‘Jousting for death’.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ glimmering shone
The moon; ¦¦¦ the wind blew colder.
A man ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Bent to his horse’s shoulder.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Darkly I fled.
Owls ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ were shrill,
And the moon sank red.
(Blackout of Middle-Ages by Siegfried Sassoon)
Over ¦¦¦ fields ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ through the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ purple clover,
¦¦¦¦ letters a message ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for every vagrant rover;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dells are abloom, and a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ brook calls after,
Feeling ¦¦¦ kinship with us ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ of dreams and laughter.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ elfin voices are calling;
¦¦¦¦ from ¦¦¦ misty hills ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ greetings are falling;
Whisper ¦¦¦ grasses ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ murmuring gleeful and airy,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pixy-led, seeking ¦¦¦ haunts of faery.
¦¦¦ wind is our ¦¦¦¦¦¦ comrade wherever our free feet wander,
Over ¦¦¦ tawny wolds to ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ meadows yonder;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stars go with us, or ¦¦¦ rain ¦¦¦ swiftly flying,
Racing ¦¦¦ over ¦¦¦ wastes where ¦¦¦ hemlocks and pines are sighing.
Across the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ dim, ¦¦¦¦ through ¦¦¦ beckoning hollow
¦¦¦ we go ¦¦¦ far and fast ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ feet of care to follow!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ fire in our hearts for ¦¦¦ wilderness ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ luring;
Other loves may fail but this is ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ enduring.
Other delights may pall, but ¦¦¦ joy of the open never;
¦¦¦ charm of ¦¦¦ silent places ¦¦¦¦ win ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ us forever;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ walls we leave with never a glance behind us.
Under ¦¦¦ lucent sky the delights ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ shall find us.
(Blackout of The Rovers by Lucy Maud Montgomery)
The universe has seen the entitled ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ whining ways of kings, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ waning moons many
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
what is left is the discrimination of souls ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ rewards for the royals, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
the skies with putrefied lies from its anxious beginnings
ancient alibis ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ starting wars ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The sky is painted putrid brown, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
with spoken words ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ becoming ¦¦¦¦ in medieval dungeons
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ appointees—demigods with ice cold hearts
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the venue shall show evidence ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
electrolyte mix, lemon water, granulated salt, a family remedy
¦¦¦ sadness aside, ¦¦¦ crowds search ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ reason
¦¦¦ tears don’t roll down, ¦¦¦ fears ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ installed within them
Let the side show begin, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
as the world watches sorrow ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a dooming star ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ brightly colored with answers
it dulls with ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the peace longed for
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ shadow performs casting confusion and can’t be caught
nor ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ innocent escape ¦¦¦¦ it, death ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ who near it
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the habit of lying, the unwritten script
not ¦¦¦¦ of transparencies, ¦¦¦ a bad performance flipped
against King George III ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ they say apply here
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ disregard for laws, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ on the throne of frustration is the sorest loser ever seen
(Blackout of potus speech review)
Hold truths to all men!
Created by their Creator
with certain Rights.
Life, Liberty . . .
pursuit of happiness.
Secure
these Governments
among Men,
deriving powers
from the consent
of any Form of Government,
laying its principles
and powers
to affect their Safety.
To ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ under cover of night.
To follow ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ your shadow at the window.
That shadow at the window is you and no one else;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Do ¦¦¦ open that window behind whose curtains you're moving.
¦¦¦¦ your eyes.
I'd like to shut them with my lips.
But the window opens ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the breeze
which ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ balances flame and flag surrounds my escape
with its cloak.
The window opens: it's not you.
I knew it all along.
Day, you have bruised ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ me,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ bruised my soul,
Left me ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a gift from you,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ suddenly ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I saw a moon ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
A wisp of beauty ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ a maiden moon ¦¦¦¦¦ up in the sky?
(Blackout of "The New Moon" by Sara Teasale)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Blocked out by: Sara Kendrick
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ given in earnest ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ lifted honest eyes for you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ caught your hand ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ all my pretty follies flung aside
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ and beneath your gaze,
Naked ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ been to you, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ remained,
¦¦¦ one more waking ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dream,
Cherish ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stakes I gained,
¦¦¦ walk your memory’s halls, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ supreme,
A ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ girl you knew
Who ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ loved you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of )
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sweet content, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ moves the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Muse ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ when ¦¦¦¦¦ truth come whole and pure
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
'T is ¦¦¦ the calm ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
That sees ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the problem true;
They ¦¦¦¦ know, on whom 't has prest
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
These ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ happy souls ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ only study the disease,
Alas, who live not to detect.
(Blackout of In the Depths by Arthur Hugh Clough)
The fountains ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ocean,
The winds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ mix for ever
With ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ emotion;
Nothing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ is single;
All things ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
¦¦¦ the mountains kiss ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ the waves ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And the sunlight clasps ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ the moonbeams ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
What is all this ¦¦¦¦¦ work worth
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
(Blackout of Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pulse.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ mounts ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ and beats ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with the surge.
¦¦¦ it bursts. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ announced.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ running through the streets.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their shoes.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ it sheltered ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ led
By a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ gesture. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
It enters. ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dancing.
(Blackout of The Assassination by Donald Justice)
The light, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ prismatic tapestries ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ weaver ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ swaying ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ coaxing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shall you ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ watch ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ yielding ¦¦¦ your will.
(Blackout of )
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ our island woods grown dim and blue;
O’er the waters ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the pearl dust of ¦¦¦ eve
Hides the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wave rippling through:
The chill for ¦¦¦ warm room let us leave.
Turn the lamp ¦¦¦¦ low ¦¦¦ draw the curtain wide,
So ¦¦¦ greyness of ¦¦¦ starlight bathes the room;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ see the ¦¦¦¦¦ face of night outside,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ vague as a moth’s wing ¦¦¦ the gloom.
Rumour of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ city far away
Breaks ¦¦¦¦ the peace that aureoles ¦¦¦ rest,
Steeped in stillness as ¦¦¦ some primeval day
Hung ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ o’er the water’s breast.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ eyes that flame and ¦¦¦¦ the heart that burns:
In quiet we ¦¦¦ hear the ¦¦¦ primeval cry:
God gives wisdom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ that upturns:
Let us adore ¦¦¦¦ you and I.
Age ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ is heaped ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ as we hear:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ hurry to and fro with giant tread
From ¦¦¦ deep unto ¦¦¦ deep: ¦¦¦ do not fear,
For the soul unhearing ¦¦¦¦ is dead.
(Blackout of Prayer by Richard Crashaw)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ a rosy cheek,
¦¦¦ a coral lip ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ starlike eyes ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Fuel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ his fires;
As ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ these decay,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ flames ¦¦¦¦ waste away.
But a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts ¦¦¦ calm desires,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦¦ love combined,
Kindle ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ fires.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
No tears, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shall win
My ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ heart to return;
I ¦¦¦¦ searched thy soul within,
And find ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pride and scorn;
I ¦¦¦¦ learned ¦¦¦ arts, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ disdain ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ power, in ¦¦¦ revenge convey
¦¦¦¦ love ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I cast away.
(Blackout of Disdain Returned by Thomas Carew)