#1312 - into these woods where

 

1312

5.viii.23

4.218

into these woods where

second of the seventh

for concert pieces

allegretto

 

at corner of the eye, much lurk

this bats lift, vague mist silent

 

we are already begun

many the leagues

no turning

 

it’s here there glimpse the dream wall

higher than before

 

if it were a stream

then we’d crossed, never knowing

 

goblin distances

as if a ring of spite were with us

travelling, doom on

 

bare branches of such birds fled

the feathers left like snow

 

then brief, there is a hole in the war

light lyric drift, idyll of meadow

gone

 

a deaf tympanic head hum

 

the last pale winter sunshaft falls

 

further, further in

 

drawn on to gloom, to destiny

a tombrise these trees are

 

night falls then like a switch thrown

 

the dark before a moon’s up

 

such solemn

nothing daunted

this pace

 

a kind of quickening

as though to glory

 

no slam

but the door is gone