Day that I Have Loved
Sleeping Out: Full Moon
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
The Vision of the Archangels
On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
The Song of the Pilgrims
The Song of the Beasts
(From the train between Bologna and Milan, second class)
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat.
Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar.
We have been here for ever: even yet
A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more.
The windows are tight-shut and slimy-wet
With a night's foetor. There are two hours
Two hours to dawn and Milan; two hours yet.
Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore. .
One of them wakes, and spits, and sleeps again.
The darkness shivers. A wan light through the
Strikes on our faces, drawn and white. Somewhere
A new day sprawls; and, inside, the foul air
Is chill, and damp, and fouler than before. . . .
Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore.