Poem Out of Childhood
Originally published in Theory of Flight (1935) 1 Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry : Not Angles, angels : and the magnificent past shot deep illuminations into high-school. I opened the door into the concert-hall and a rush of triumphant violins answered me while the syphilitic woman turned her mouldered face intruding upon Brahms. Suddenly, in an accident the girl's brother was killed, but her father had just died : she stood against the wall, leaning her cheek, dumbly her arms fell, "What will become of me?" and I went into the corridor for a drink of water. These [...]