...if it were not for you...
The Sun in unconcealed rage
Glares down across the magic of the world
The sun within us, that sways un incalculably.
Swift to the Sun
Deep imaged in my soul
But during the long day black lands
And it is faith in the incalculable sun, inner and outer, which keeps us alive.
Left by the tide
I bring you a conch-shell
That listening to the Sun you may
And there is always the battle of the sun, against the corrosive acid vapour of vanity and poisonous conceit, which is the breath of the world.
Are not so dark
As our embittered thoughts
Which carve strange silences within
HARRY CROSBY ~ CHARIOT OF THE SUN