White is the evening nature of my thought
When neutral time that drains the night of green
Flows through the dusk in mimic dawn of white.
So pale the distance where blue morning shone
Knits to the whitest crises of our stars,
Burning the nightly ambience of alone,
And evil evident of coloured hours
Dies in this dark, whose sexless shapes of black
Are only active in our twilight fears.
For at day’s death the whitest needs awake
When seeping pallor undermines the night
And white submerges all in evening lake,
Where, as a lode attracting all time’s light,
You are white’s evening nature of my thought.
(George Woodcock)
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