Fall
apart anarchy of innocence conviction full of troubled sight
Lion
body, pit less thighs, indignant drops.
Again
a twentieth century nightmare: a last born desert rapture
Hour
come to rocking cradle
rough beast slouching
head
of this man the sun ‘s vexed image
empty
anarchy—hand out words
loose
upon the world
drowned
the worst everywhere
all
about it sands of man sleep
sleep
hours come at last
somewhere
of a head
now
I know a stony sheep shadow
December
cannot hold passionate intensity.
