Long Blackout poetry Poems
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A ¦¦¦¦¦¦ gets to be a friend --
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours -- a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ express --
And in its narrow Eyes --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us -- ¦¦¦¦¦¦ as our food --
¦¦¦ hungered for -- the same --
We learn ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦¦ answer to ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a sound -- at first --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
When Memory was a Boy --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
The Posture of the Key
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ of Liberty --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ --
Whose features -- Day and Night --
Are present to us -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- ¦¦¦¦¦ --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
The slow ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ -- Content
Too steep for ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
The Liberty we knew
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ like a Dream --
Too wide for any Night but Heaven --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ -- indeed -- redeem --
(Blackout of A Prison gets to be a friend -- by Emily Dickinson)
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)
'Tis a ¦¦¦¦ sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ wood sighing:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
When such a time ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦ retire
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Beside a bright fire:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ there I sit
Reading ¦¦¦ things,
Of knights and ¦¦¦¦ damsels,
While the wind sings—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I never ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ attend ¦¦¦ the blast;
For ¦¦¦ to be seen
¦¦¦ the leaves falling fast:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
But ¦¦¦¦¦ at the hearth,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ with an old friend
I talk of youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but ¦¦¦¦¦
Foolish, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ to get merry
We sing ¦¦¦¦ old rhyme,
That made the wood ring again
In summertime—
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then go we ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Silent and snug:
Nought passes between us,
Save a brown jug—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing ¦¦¦ two old friends
So merrily—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And ere to bed
¦¦¦ we, go ¦¦¦
Down ¦¦¦
We kneel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Praying together!
Thus, ¦¦¦¦¦ live I,
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦ sun
Is with me in the room
Shining, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then ¦¦¦ clouds part,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ spring is alive,
And the meadows are green!
I jump up, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Break the old pipe in ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And away to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ meadows again!
(Blackout of The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald)
Red lips are not ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ kissed by the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dead.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their love pure.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ eyes ¦¦¦¦ lure
When I behold eyes blinded in ¦¦¦ stead!
Your ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ exquisite ¦¦¦¦ limbs knife-skewed,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ rolling there
Where God seems ¦¦¦ to care;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Love they bear
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings ¦¦¦ so soft, --
Though ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ murmuring through raftered loft, --
Your ¦¦¦¦ voice is ¦¦¦ dear,
Gentle, and ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ clear,
As theirs whom none ¦¦¦ hear
¦¦¦ earth ¦¦¦ stopped ¦¦¦¦¦ piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Nor large, nor full ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ made great with shot;
¦¦¦ though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
¦¦¦¦¦ you may weep, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ touch them not.
(Blackout of Greater Love by Wilfred Owen)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ 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 )
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ my quest of happiness seem vain?
Disdain.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Jealousies.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Absence.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for my grief
Where shall I turn to seek relief,
When hope on every side lies slain
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the prime cause of all my woe ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Love.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
If that be so, I but await
The stroke of a resistless fate,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
What must I do to find a remedy?
Die.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Change.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Madness.
If that be so, it is but folly
To seek a cure for melancholy:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes)
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Sea, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ sand, pebbles,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ shells.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
bubbles rising.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ slow-
motion ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ fishery ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
collecting
plankton ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and fauna.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ visible
sea ¦¦¦¦¦¦
sponge and kelpleaf.
Halicystus ¦¦¦ Sea Bottle
resembles emeralds
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ in the world.
Young sea horse
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ twenty
minutes old,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ radiates on
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
a comb of twenty
upright spines
and curls
its ¦¦¦¦¦ tail.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ swims
backwards from the rock.
From The Collected Poems of Carl Rakosi. Copyright © 1986 by Callman Rawley.
(Blackout of The Lobster by Carl Rakosi)
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)
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a falcon ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
A sweeping plunge, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a long spiral twist,
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stairway to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ sun.
Peril below ¦¦¦¦ and above, ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ but peril cannot daunt
Thy peerless heart: gathering wing and poise,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ transfigured, and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a whisper -- then ¦¦¦ silence, --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ disembodied ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
In the void.
¦¦¦ Death, who has learned to fly,
Still matchless ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ between the armies and ¦¦¦ sun;
¦¦¦ speck of shadow ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and ¦¦¦ broken wings
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in fire,
¦¦¦ wreath of smoke -- ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ sealed ¦¦¦¦¦ eyes,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with oblivion;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the skies
¦¦¦ dauntless soul ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ circles soared
To ¦¦¦ sublime and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ radiance ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ eagles shall mourn ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Their unprotected young, shall congregate
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and anger the sun
With screams, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ danger of ¦¦¦ flight;
Till weary ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ one ¦¦¦¦¦ desert ¦¦¦ light,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ and check his fall
On the high ledge, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ shriek aloud,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sovereign sight
Shall dream ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ soul immortal
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ faithful beyond death.
(Blackout of To a Canadian Aviator Who Died for his Country in France by Duncan Campbell Scott)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ lying in my bed
I heard ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ one solemn word ¦¦¦ said
A bird began to sing.
I heard a dog ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
And a ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ It was five o'clock.
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ bird sang,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The cock ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ had gone mad.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the dark skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried "Look! Lift up your eyes!"
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ wind and wave;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried out ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ "Be brave!"
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ market-carts,
The pounding of men's feet
Were drowned in song; ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The song was loud and sweet.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of The Church-Bell by Elinor Wylie)