David Gascoyne Hair Poems
- 1. The Cage
In the waking night
The forests have stopped growing
The shells are listening
The shadows in the pools turn grey
... - 2. Salvador Dali
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;
The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring's
First rivers hide among their hair.
Goliath plunges his hand into the poisoned well
... - 3. And The Seventh Dream Is The Dream Of Isis
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white curtains of infinite fatigue
dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis
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