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These fancied they moved by wish ­<br />

as men will follow self-regard<br />

today, toward 'freedom,' if not spoils;<br />

while after opportunist war,<br />

all trees of prejudice are axed<br />

to mark new trails no politics foretells.<br />

TO LONG WAR<br />

What spring's incarnate here?<br />

Fecundity but manifest<br />

in loving atom bombs ...<br />

and for chilled thousand years from fate,<br />

what freedoms at the U.S. bargain sales<br />

or peerless Russia·n heaven, Kremlin-bound ~<br />

Whoever wins, what more rhapsodic gain<br />

than gothic front on Strawberry Hill?<br />

Across the polar wastes, what fundaments? ­<br />

embattled contin~nts to meed this fuddled<br />

history, this cen tury?<br />

o - hyperbolean differences<br />

those beauties disparate<br />

as those of Cuzco, Mycenae ...<br />

perhaps long plunge from rock to sea,<br />

and fast-won deaths for saline worshippers ..•<br />

And wouldn't Hypnos be a fitter god<br />

than bright Apollo here?<br />

ESTIVATION ( R!chaujJe! )<br />

Adust, brown rock-sharp crouching morbid mountains<br />

pore over these<br />

from thirsty mistless heights;<br />

perpetually relentless skies<br />

shape canopy<br />

and backdrop<br />

for torpid long-indulgent sands<br />

which lap enverdured place<br />

of holiday oasis<br />

without submerging it.<br />

Here, air-conditioned fagtail bars<br />

entomb each last resistance,<br />

in parities through autumn days<br />

which never cry -<br />

but, rose-clear every dawJl 7<br />

unmourn{ul blot out fervid stars and then<br />

extinguish Venus and<br />

an hibernacular moon.<br />

The listless wealthy, come to rest; but tired,<br />

they diddle with desire<br />

which won't reglow in them.<br />

They play unsentient in dim chromium haunts<br />

where only jukebox souls resound -<br />

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