[BNP/E3, 31A – 23]

5-5-1917

I.

Red living flakes of demon snow

Poison‑relate the sinning air

To atom‑clear sick red flowers who

Rootless jut out of Night and There.

Relation is itself a clutch

Upon the throbbing veins in seeing

So the surviving over‑much

Is not contiguous to being

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Yet aureole, or halo, or lay

Sung round the rites of altered vice

The poppies of[1] memory may

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Spur cobweb circles lusting thrice

Around the phallic pallor[2] stood

In the middle of intellect and sense

Round void a tongued mist thrust‑dense

And lives a blooded life of death.

[23v]

Red living flakes of demon snow

Poison relate the sinning air

To the void gardens where flowers grow

Bridging our temples beating there.

Division from complete despair

For the red flowers redness go

Towards our acquiescence where

The vice of seeing flowers also

In some extensive deserts cast

Down away survives of the dreams

When sequent pageant half ignore

Only the vain-course of vain streams

Where deceival from hope finds vast

Oblivion in lost seas’ stayed lore.

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[1] of /over\
[2] pallor /selfness\