These are low places
Where as a boy I lay
Eyes close to dirt
And now
Small refuges
Kept in mind
It doesn’t matter
Execution is the chariot
Of genius as Blake said—
Here’s a place to weep
Storm-talk
Continuing above
These are low places
Where as a boy I lay
Eyes close to dirt
And now
Small refuges
Kept in mind
It doesn’t matter
Execution is the chariot
Of genius as Blake said—
Here’s a place to weep
Storm-talk
Continuing above