[sunday] Wendell Peek – The Juggler

Tom Disch On Reading Shelley (1974)

I have a feeling that I will not die
For quite some time. Only poets with a kind
Of supererogatory strength of mind,
A too intensely wrought intensity
Of nightmare Life-in-Thought, will prophecy
Abrupt abbreviation to their blind
Careers. I envy them and cannot find
Any comfort in my own uncertainty.
Oh, I would love to know, the way they knew!—
Brides swooning in the momentary fear
Of the bridegroom’s hand on the handle of the door.
To live, like them, in a dissolving view
Of waves and clouds advancing to the shore.

Happy Sunday.

Here is an album I just discovered to brighten your morning.

Ambalek—Lull (full album).