XXIX

In the Night

In the night

In the night

I became one with the night

The night without end

The night.

Mine, lovely, mine.

Night

Night of birth

Which filled me with my shriek

With my ears of wheat

You who invade me

Who go seaswell seaswell

Seaswell wherever I dwell

Thick, steamy

Lowing

Night.

Night lying there dead, unforgiving Night.

And its fanfare, and its beach,

Its beach on high, its beach everywhere,

Its beach seeps, its weight is king, everything on bended knee

Beneath it, beneath things more slender than wire

Beneath the night

Night.