The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of the marshesTill age had brought me to the sea. Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcovesWhere cypresses shared the noon’sTyranny; they drew me into hades almost.And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreamsYielded, while sun-silt rippled themAsunder […]