SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
Fall, sink, lurch, and round and round	95
Flicker, flicker-heavy;
Even wings heavy:
And cleave in a high corner for a second, like a clot,
also a prayer.
But no.
Out, you beast.	ick>
Till he fell in a corner, palpitating, spent.
And there, a clot, he squatted and looked at me.
With sticking-out, bead-berry eyes, black,
And improper derisive ears.
And shut wings,	105
And brown, furry body.
Brown, not-brown, fine fur 1
But it might as well have been hair on a spider; thing
With long, black-paper ears.
So, a dilemma!	no
He squatted there like something unclean.
No, he must not squat, nor hang, obscene, in my room !
Yet nothing on earth will give him courage to pass the
sweet fire of day.
What then?
Hit him and kill him and throw him away?	115
Nay,
I didn't create him.
Let the God that created him be responsible for his
death.	
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