 | The poetical writings of the late Willis Gaylord Clark |  |
My subjects multiply—but to my gaze,
Half dimmed with sleep, fantastic boots arise,
And turn to shapes, and menace me with fear
Of kicks and damage, if I publish them.
I shrink from such a penalty. Now dreams,
And shades, and forms, and fluttering entities,
Surround my brain so fast, that I opine
My wakefulness is doubtful. Yea it is—
And all my pictures do themselves resolve
To mere oblivion.
Half dimmed with sleep, fantastic boots arise,
And turn to shapes, and menace me with fear
Of kicks and damage, if I publish them.
I shrink from such a penalty. Now dreams,
And shades, and forms, and fluttering entities,
Surround my brain so fast, that I opine
My wakefulness is doubtful. Yea it is—
And all my pictures do themselves resolve
To mere oblivion.
| The poetical writings of the late Willis Gaylord Clark | |