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Poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell


Ten heads and twenty hearts! so that this me,
Having more room and verge, and striking less
The cage that galls us into consciousness,
Might drown the rings and ripples of to be
In the smooth deep of being: plenary
Round hours; great days, as if two days should press
Together, and their wine-press'd night accresce
The next night to so dead a parody
Of death as cures such living: of these ordain
My years; of those large years grant me not seven,
Nor seventy, no, nor only seventy sevens!
And then, perhaps, I might stand well in even
This rain of things; down-rain, up-rain, side-rain;
This rain from Earth and Ocean, air and heaven,
And from the Heaven within the Heaven of Heavens. 

Sydney Thompson Dobell

Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. The Gaberlunzie's Walk
  2. The Market-Wife's Song
  3. On Receiving a Book from Dante Rossetti
  4. Home in War-Time
  5. A Statesman

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